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St. Louis, November 12, 1918. 
Mr. Frank Weston: 

I have read your poems vi^ith much interest and have referred them to 
the editor of our War Service Bulletin. 

W. D. SIMMONS, 
President E. C. Simmons Hardware Company. 



Jefferson City, Mo., January, 23, 1918. 
Dear Mr. Weston: 

Your very kind letter received, and 1 herewith return you letter from 
Miss Jeannette Rankin M. C. Also note your splendid poem in honor of our 
great President, Woodrow Wilson. It is fine! 

1 had a nice talk with Mr. Uel W. Lamkin, State Supi. of Schools, who 
speaks highly of you. '' 

Faithfully yours, 

FREDERICK D. GARDNER. 

Governor. 
G.McC. 



St. Louis, Mo., February 17, 1919. 
Mr. Frank Weston. 

Dear Sir: — The mayor has read with pleasure your poems, and in accord- 
ance wiih your request has forwarded same to Hon. Frederick D. Gardner, 
iGovernor of Missouri. 

Again thanking you on behalf of the mayor, I am 

Very truly yours, 

H. M. CRUTCHER. 
Secretary to the Mayo;-. 



New York City, N. Y., March I, 1919. 
Mr. Frank Weston, 

St. Louis, Mo. 
Dear Sir: — In Ex-President Taft's absence on a transcontinental trip in 
the interests of a League of Nations, your poems have come to this department. 

We have been much interested in your work and appreciate your giving 
us an opportunity to see them. 

Sincerely yours, 

LEAGUE TO ENFORCE PEACE, 

S. F. Williams, 
Publicity Department, New York City. 



UNITED STATES SENATE 
Washington, D. C. 

Topeka, Kans., April 7. 1919. 
Dear Mr. Weston: 

I was very giad to know ef the fine prospects for your book of poems. 1 
greatly appreciate the filendly reference to me you have made in your lines. 

Very respectfully, 

ARTHUR CAPPER. 



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FRANK WESTON 



i THE PORTALS OF ETERNITY. y<;^'^^<^\ 

As I approach the portals of Eternity, looking back over a fast 
fading life, vanishing as the wakes of ships, I realize how little my 
legacy will be to mankind! Yet this day 1 sincerely wish it had been 
far different! As all outgoing travellers should leave benefits and 
emoluments to endure beyond the narrow confines of just NOW 
which measures human life before we are called to the Bar of God, 
Author of all that IS, was or is to be! 



WHO ART THOU? I ANSWER! 

My ancestry dates back to the time of William the Conqueror, 
an ancestor, kin of the first Duke of Portland, being at the battle of 
Hastings in 1 066. 

In 1631, John Weston, an English lad, landed in Boston, Massa- 
chusetts. His grandson, Nathan Weston, of Augusta, Maine, was its 
first Chief Justice. He w^as my grandfather and also the late U. S. 
Supreme Court Chief Justice Melville Weston Fuller's. 

My father. Major Nathan Weston, was in the Mexican war as pay- 
master under General Taylor. My mother, Catherine Bailey Webster, 
was born at Orono, Maine, and her first ancestor in New England was 
Joseph Dudley, its Colonial Governor under King George. My step- 
mother was Elizabeth Rogers, of Billrica, Mass., a noble, brilliant 
woman, who taught the negroes in Virginia under General Armstrong 
in war times, and always a devoted w^ife, and a mother to me. 

1 was born at Wellsley (then Needham), Mass., September 21, 
1862, living when young at West Newton, Marion and Boston, where 
I graduated from the Dorchester District High School. 

The golden thread of gratitude runs ever through my heart, 
and I am grateful to my sincere friends who have been an uplift 
to me. 

I yet seek their patronage in its broadest sense and trust they 
will enjoy the contents of my book of original poems, as is my most 
sincere desire. 

I dedicate them to my wife in Heaven, our wee twins There, 
and my living children. 

And to her who places Love's cup again to my lips! 

And so I bid you good night, with a day's joy due tomorrow. 



FRANK WESTON. 



St. Louis, 1919. 



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THE CHRIST 



I 

Brother! The Christ! 
When you give way, 
Can touch your heart 
And always stay! 
Loving you each day. 



V 

Brother! The Christ! 
Beckons with love, 
Embrace Thy Lord 
Dwelling above! 
Once on Him the Dove. 



II 

Brother! The Christ! 
Your sins can slay, 
Save through God's grace 
For now and aye! 
Evils cast away. 



VI 

Brother! Seek Christ! 
With deep intent! 
Accepting now 
Th' Life for us spent! 
(For souls penitent) ! 



Ill 

Brother! The Christ! 
Knocks at thy door. 
Let Him come in 
Loving Him more! 
Yea! Deeply adore! 



VII 

Brother! Thy Cross! 
Bear to "God's Gate," 
Go to Christ now!! 
It's not too late! 
This Them will elate!! 



IV 

Brother! The Christ! 
Heals from all sin. 
Keep thou God's Law! 
It takes thou IN! 
Heaven thine to win. 



VIII 

Brother! The Christ! 
Can re-create! 
Save! Permeate! 
All good instate! 
On this meditate!! 



HAVE COME HOME. 



THAT IS THE WAY. 



They have come! Come home! 
Soldier boys from, o'er the sea. 
Bringing here positively 
News of the grandest victory! 
Cheer their landing. Cheer! 
They love America's sod; 
Cheer their joyful home coming, 
Brave patriots — champions of 
God. 

They have come! Come home! 
Their true hearts so full of glee; 
Now back to this vast country. 
Bearing records of victory; 
Cheer their return. Cheer! 
Born 'neath free w^orship of God; 
All loyal deeply loving 
Their Nation — with her in accord. 

They are here! Yes here! 

To keep this land always FREE, 

Devout Sons of Liberty! 

Who put on the map VICTORY! 

Cheer these HEROES. Cheer! 

Again on their native sod; 

Who with Allies the Huns fought, 

And won out w^ith the aid of God. 

They are here! Right here! 
VETERANS (our own) they be. 
Armies from the fierce world w^ar. 
Who fought nobly for you and 

me; 
Cheer their WORN FLAGS. 

Cheer! 
OVER THE TOP (where the 

men trod) 
THESE and THEY our PRIDE, 

thank GOD! 
Like all ALLIES— with GLORY 

shod. 



Be honest and kind. 

Be gentle and true; 
That is the way 

In this world to do! 

Be loving, tender. 

Be merciful, too; 
Be hopeful ever. 

And never get blue! 

Be wicked never, 

For that is a sin; 
Be true to others, 

A Christian within! 

Look to God for help. 

Lend a hand, that's the way; 

Keep busy at work. 
All find that to pay! 

The task God sets 

Becomes easy for you; 

If you don't shirk, 
But carry it through; 

FOR MY VALENTINE. 

And this Valentine today. 
Is wafted on its glad way; 
Let it touch your heart and stay! 
Be its halo, bright and gay. 

And I wish to tell just you. 
That I love you deep and true! 
And these words, I wish them to 
Stir your heart as they should do! 

Beloved, always be my light! 
Keep me ever in the right; 
Be my guide and inner sight, 
And my soul mate, day and night. 




MAIL CARRIERS. The author has an average 82 

_, , -1 1 per cent Civil Service examination 

1 he clever mail man departs each i i nn, • ^ 

. record — I UU per cent in arithme- 

, ' , . , tic, 96 in reading addresses. 

In snow and storm, ram or sleet; 

We watch him hustling o'er his 

beat, VACANT CHAIRS IN 

In winter's cold or summer's heat. EVERTON 

Each day going the same road or Vacant chairs now in Everton! 

street. The men gone to war, they run; 

Ever pleasant and glad to greet. Many brave lads gone, many a 
Everyone with nods, he'll chance g^^^ 

*^ "^^^*- Noble youths, so full of fun. 
Knowing not if bitter or sweet 

-ri 1 .. 1 1 11 • J J Gone, these stout lads from Ever- 

1 he letters he packs, all indexed 

neat. *«"' 

Budgets! marriages! births! death Fo^^ them prayers we begun; 

news' fleet! To guide them beneath Europe's 
Some love tokens, to lovers, a sun, 

treat! Our soldier boys, to face the Hun. 
And packages bound like shocks 

of wheat. Curse the base land this war web 

spun, 

Newspapers, stories of land and ^ never should have begun; 

' r 1 • ^^^ God bless those, yes every- 

Or some new fads in our country 

„ I one, 

r ree ! 

w , , ,^ ^ Who went to fight until they won. 

Yet he won t argue, stop or agree 

To waste his time — this busy bee! 

Make democracy SAFE, she'll 

Daily handling business with care; come! 

Experienced carrier, we all do Renew PEACE, vile laws shun! 

share Marching out like youths from 
With Uncle Sam thy duties rare, Everton 

While you keep hustling, foul g^^^ ^^ jj^ ^y ^^^^^ or gun. 

weather or fair. 

-ri .1 -1 Many service flags in Everton! 

1 he mail man is known every- ^. i i n 

, O er the land these flags are seen; 
where; 

Honest, upright, and on the ^ith stars of gold on some con- 

square, vened; 

Ready to do and ready to dare, Stars of HEROES mothers 
Meeting constant changes on life's weaned ! 

thoroughfare. Written July, 1918. 



THOSE RED APPLES. 

How dear to my heart 
Was that home of childhood; 
But the best of all 
Were some trees near our door, 
That bloom'd every Spring 
And in the Fall bore 
Such beautiful apples 
A part now of folk lore — 
Those fine mellow apples 
Great, rich looking apples 
Nice, red, juicy apples 
Good from skin to core. 

Grant me the writer's art 
Old time scenes to impart; 
While those trees you'd adore! 
Robins built in th' branches. 
Birds and fruit th* trees wore 
And fond memories, store; 
Dreaming of those apples 
That sound health could restore; 
Those good eating apples 
Mild aromatic apples 
Great, perfect, red apples 
I must handle once more. 

I had to depart 
For school in the wildwood, 
In the quaint days of yore; 
With books and pail that could 
Hold chicken, meats, pastry, 
Bread and Mother's sw^eets good! 
All extra choice eating, 
In those hours of boyhood: 
My pockets held apples. 
The handsomest apples — 
The grandest, sweet apples. 
Bright as Red Riding Hood. 

My thoughts doth depart. 
To epochs long since past! 
But I sigh, laugh and cry. 
Thinking of days galore; 
Of the country's blue sky 



God's wisdom always nigh! 

Of home there — and on High, 

Where I'll dwell bye and bye. 
But I crave those apples. 
Those rare, tender apples — 
Those valuable apples; 

For one now, I would die! 

THOSE GREEN APPLES. 

How sad some memories 
Of those days gone before! 
Glad I — they come no more. 
I once sat right under 
A big apple tree; 
The borers all busy, 
Caterpillars I'd see; 
The blossoms oft blighted. 
The fruit small as could be! 
Harder than lead bullets. 
Wormy, from specks not free. 

Fit for Huns of the Rhine, 

And to kill the Kaiser 

Such fruit would be fine. 

If he'd only eat them; 

The old brute sure would whine! 

As pains in his stomach 

Would twist him out of line. 

But of course there's apples, 

Sound, big, first-class and prime 

Each selling for a dime. 

All splendid, superfine. 

But knotty, hard, green ones. 

We all know so well; 

Not front in the window. 

But on orders they sell. 

Hand pickt? Yes, but w^indfalls! 

And punky, they sure smell. 

Eaten, bring a bad spell! 

So I consign all them 

To the gateway of Hell, 

To Prussian Bill and Heine, 

And where they soon will dwell! 



THE SEA AND WINDS. 

I long to be 
Down by the sea; 
Where God's winds, free 
Sweep over thee. 
Often majestically! 
Rocking thee incessantly. 

And this I know. 
Great ships do go 
Both to and fro — 
That fierce winds blow; 
A dangerous, awful foe. 
With rocks, shoals and under- 
tow. 

But I admire! 

Their fierce desire. 

As they with ire 

Make waves aspire 

To rise higher and higher; 

In the sky like tall church spire. 

Great storms, seas groom! 

These roll and boom; 

Curl, comb, and loom. 

With a white plume. 

Vast chasms form, a watery 

tomb; 
Decked with spray from thy 

loom. 

Old Neptune's broom 
Sweeps Ocean's room; 
Ancient bridegroom. 
Who knows man's doom. 
When hurricanes howl and 

fume; 
Foaming as huge mill-wheel 

flume. 

Deep seas of might 
Storm toss'd — 'till white; 
Then still as night — 



Ev'r a grand sight! 

In God's perfect hands held 

tight. 
His servant and warrior dight. 

Peaceful when right! 
Woo thou: Or fight? 
Gales that affright, 
(Gigantic sprite) ; 
Oft rising to mountain height. 
Freed, the Universe could 
blight! 

Seas old as light! 

Winds strong or slight! 

Who dare recite 

Thy deeds of spite 

Or thy BLESSINGS — when 

contrite! 
And calmly you two unite. 

THE FACE A MASK. 

One looks upon a face. 

Really just a mask; 

Would you of an odor 

A full feast ask? 

We are just what's within; 

There substance and soul! 

There the real being! 

There passions roll; 

Virtue, born or sin. 

Their centre and their goal! 

And so when you meet one, 
Think not he's young or old! 
Look beyond the portal 
To depths in their stronghold. 
There are kept rare jewels. 
All precious thoughts of gold! 
There men's songs first sung. 
There love's story told; 
And so, I tell thee, dearest, 
Love me! I'm far from cold!! 



GOD'S HOLY CITY. 

And I saw a FACE full of pity. 
Glorious, perfect, shining THERE 
A cross on that HOLY CITY, 
To guide sinners from every- 
where! 

A great sun was beaming o'er it. 
Greater than our own sun today; 
From it Heaven warmed and lit. 
With no storms circling its path- 
way. 

And the skies deep blue and 

golden; 
Fragrant flowers blooming so fair; 
The TRUTHS of ages beholden. 
As I viewed that city rare. 

There I met a BEING standing. 
Beautiful! Beyond all compare! 
To each THE KEY OF LIFE 

handing. 
His garments white, glowing His 
hair. 

Then I whispered: "Christ, my 

BROTHER!" 
And He answered: "I am HE!!" 
God'sSon and Mary's My Mother, 
Enter thou IN, lovest thou me? 

Taste thou Heaven's joy forever! 
Earth's sorrows again — no never! 
DEAD body and sins! I sever 
These from spirit — it MINE 
EVER. 



WAR BREAD FOR ALL. 

Sell me six pounds of flour, miller. 
Please send it to me today; 
It will keep me from hunger, 
miller, 



And near it, handy, I will lay 
Oats and rice and meal, miller, 
For with our soldiers we MUST 
stay. 

I'm now too old to fight, miller! 
Yes, broken and bent and gray; 
So give me a taste of flour, miller. 
To hold strength within, I do 

pray. 
I once was a MAN, miller — 
That is what ALL "who knew" 

will say. 

I'm drifting on to God, miller. 
To th' Beyond — The Far Away! 
I'm telling YOU of the TIME. 

miller 
To handle me was no child's 

play; 
And of mother's words, miller: 
"Be honest, straight, and life will 

pay." 

Yet I sure crave wheat flour, 

miller, 
To make biscuits th' good old 

w^ay ; 
With soda, salt and sour milk, 

miller; 
And lard all in a wooden tray. 
So fill me a poke, miller, 
It's due me; you cannot gainsay. 

And yet I am real proud, miller. 
You have GOT TO tell me 

"NAY!" 
I must conform to the law, miller, 
Be patriotic, helpful and gay, 
Sign for more than flour — then, 

miller. 
Make War Bread, without delay. 



a 



DEPART IN PEACE. 

Depart in peace, man of clay, 
Start thou now on Heaven's way; 
Go before the end of day! 
Hold God's hand, don't go astray. 
Clinging, close — not far away! 

Storms the Universe hath rent! 
Life is but a short time — lent 
Unto all to whom 'twas sent: 
Sinners, ye should NOW repent; 
Reaching Home, all penitent! 

Up to God good spirits go. 
Saved from sin's strong undertow, 
Through His grace, we all may 

know! 
Peace be still — when ends some 

blow. 
Rest at last — be w^hat our w^oe! 

Often new rainbows are bent; 
Arabs still on deserts tent. 
Christ came to save — His intent! 
Lamb of God, (Holy Regent), 
To the earth with good w^ill went. 

HE of GLORY told THIS so— 
He would wash us WHITE AS 

SNOW; 
And with love our hearts should 

flow, 
That all life can sweeter grow. 
Lifted up from earth below! 



THE KAISER AND THE DEVIL 

Kaiser — devil, if converted 

Would it saints make out of you? 

Could God trust you, so per- 
verted, 

Would you good for bad deeds 
do? 

Would your souls and hearts ring 

true? 
Kaiser — devil, if God knew 
Would he dare this course pursue? 
Set you front in churches' pew! 

Learning you grand deeds to do. 
Would you cease world's war to 

brew ? 
Kaiser — devil, these vile two 
Have put creation in a stew. 

Never again their thrones renew: 
They have made the world so 

blue! 
O'er its heights, as vultures flew — 
Fit alone for death's thumb screw. 



WHO WILL LOVE THEM? 

O, who will love my babies? 
And comb their fluffy hair; 
Adjust and mend their dresses, 
And keep them sweet and fair? 



EUGENICALLY. 

When the shades of evening fall, 

1 will be with thee; 

When the day has gone 

You will be with me! 

Like joyful birds around their nest 

Singing to their young, happily; 

You and 1 will both agree 

We perfect, eugenically! 



Who will be a mother? 
And teach them to be good; 
Who will nurse and fondle them. 
Do the best, this understood. 

And make their lives happy. 
And have them proud to be 
The daughters of their pappy. 
Who, thank God, is proud me! 



ALWAYS WITH THEE. 

Always, my God, with Thee! 

Always with Thee; 
Upon the mountain heights, 

Down by the sea; 
Always my song shall be. 
Always my God with Thee, 

Always with Thee! 

Abiding, my God, with Thee! 

Abiding with Thee; 
Hid by the depths of night, 

In broad daylight; 
Abiding my soul shall be. 
Abiding, my God, with Thee, 

Abiding with Thee! 

Ever, my God, with Thee! 

Ever with Thee; 
Bow'd by Thy pow'r and might 

— Sublime to me. 
Daily my prayer shall be 
Ever, my God, with Thee, 

Ever with Thee! 

Closer, my God, to Thee! 

Closer to Thee; 
Soon to change cross for crown 

Waiting for me; 
While every hour I'll be 
Drawing, my God, to Thee, 
Closer, my God, to Thee, 

Closer to Thee! 

Coming, my God, to Thee! 

Coming to Thee; 
Brighter grows Heaven's dawn. 

Transforming me 

Into Eternity. 
Kneeling, my God, by Thee, 

Kneeling by Thee! 



When Christ above I see! 

To Him I'll flee; 
Hearing grand hymns of glee. 

Precious and free. 
Which will sanctify me; 

I loving my Lord — Thee — 

Loving just THEE! 

THE ELBERTA PEACH. 

She's a shipper! Sets the pace! 
Fruitful, useful, does not waste; 
Charming, fragrant, with no trace 
Of faults that mar or deface. 
You long to handle, smell — taste! 
Love to hold, bite and embrace, 
Her plump form, winsome face. 
She put in marts, in first place. 
Sought by all from deuce to ace; 
For service and natural grace — 
Ozark Elbertas win the race; 
Fine as silk or artistic lace. 

HENRY NOODLE'S HOUND. 

Henry Noodle rais'd a hound. 
His ears hung long, flopped 

around ; 
He could fox trail and scent cold 

ground. 
His bay w^as mellow — sweet its 

sound! 

Henry Noodle winked his eye. 
Said: "That keen houn', he 

would try;" 
Set him straight off on game nigh. 
Running strong and good as pie. 

Henry Noodle smiled. Said he: 
"That's a dandy, you can see! " 
Then that houn' shot for a tree, 
Raised a howl and bit a flea. 



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NORTH, NORTHEAST BY 
NORTH. 

Two stood at the wheel that night, 
I heard the brave captain say: 
"Mate, keep her north, northeast 

by north. 
Be sure she heads and points that 

way. 
The gale is coming from that 

source; 
Don't let her hog down, nor stray. 

Take all sails in, now; belay! 
All hands on deck. Then came 

his call: 
We'll sure meet this storm bow 

on; 
Reef jibs and mainsails. Be 

prompt, all! 
Let's take this blow square in our 

teeth ; 
She's alive, and may not stall! 

Stand by, men! Rig an anchor 

out! 
Lash two big spars to stay; 
Double hawse them, stout, brave 

men, 
Overboard that anchor and cable, 

pay! 
And so we rode that fierce gale 

out. 
North, northeast by north, that 

day. 

The hurricane broke, passed. 
We had won the aw^ful fray; 
1 saw our captain w^ipe a tear. 
You might have thought it only 

spray; 
But 1 do swear I saw^ him kneel, 
Heard him say: "Saved, mate, 

let's pray!" 



So, dear friends, what be thy 

course. 
Trouble now, or bye and bye; 
He'll aid you — All on deck, God's 

cry; 
He's fitted for the gravest task. 
In awful times, neath darkest sky. 
His voice is saying: "Here am I!" 

Saved by Grace, if we try. 
Repent now, before we die; 
On thy Captain — the Christ — 

rely; 
Meet life's storms in the wind's 

eye; 
Read the Bible, on God's heart 

lie— 
From sin's reefs and shoals steer 

shy! 

SPRING CHICKS. 

Listen to the rooster crow! 
Little chicks with him now go; 
Fluffy things, as pure as snow. 
May they joy in this life know. 

Mamma hen is proud to show 
Fine fat worms to make them 

grow; 
Scratching! Clucking! To and fro; 
Hovering them if cold winds 

blow. 

Eating grit and well cook'd dough. 
Watching hawks, that death be- 

stow^; 
Fighting varmints, that lay low. 
And chicken mites, their tiny foe. 

What a world! It all aglow. 
Full of grass and springs that flow; 
Bugs to eat, in craws to stow^, 
Life means growth but never woe. 



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I LOVE YOU, LOVE. 

Darling, you I something told, 
Something rare and rich as gold; 
Old, yet new, told yesterday, 
My pure love! Not past away. 

Chorus. 
And, my darling, this shall be. 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
I love you, love — sacredly! 

Dearest! I no longer hold 

My strength as when young and 

bold; 
But 1 swear, no jewels sold. 
Matched thy charms and perfect 

mold. 

Chorus. 
And, my darling, this shall be. 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
I love you, love — sacredly! 

Darling, we so feeble, old. 
Wrinkled brows on each poor 

soul. 
Spring long past — it's month of 

May; 
Deaf and blind. It's sad to say! 

Chorus. 
But, my darling, this shall be, 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
I love you, love — sacredly! 



Chorus. 
But, my darling, this shall be. 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
I love you, love — sacredly! 

Sweetheart dear, upon thy brow 
Kisses fond I'll place — as now! 
In God's Halls we'll ev'r stray — 
And grand harps both learn to 
play. 

Chorus. 
And, my darling, this shall be. 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
1 love you, love — sacredly! 

Soulmate, earth's joys are spent, 
Silver hair'd, weak, old and bent; 
Life is drifting — gone astray! 
Shines Heaven's Light — beams 
now its ray. 

Chorus. 
But, my darling, this shall be. 
Story true, and dear to thee; 
Story deep and pure and free — 
I love you, love — sacredly! 

TAKE FLOWERS. 

Say it w^ith flowers! 

That's just the thing, 
When you do love her. 

Them always bring; 

To these she will cling, 
A beautiful bunch of flowers. 



Darling, we'll soon reach God's Carry some choice book. 



Fold, 
Angels then — we'll be enrolled. 
When at last church bells hath 

toll'd. 
O'er our forms — so still and cold! 



Sweet candy and fruit; 
When dying to love her! 

These will fit in so cute; 

May prove your long suit. 
While she'll always love flowers. 



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HE WON RESPECT. 

A sincere man. 
His hair of gray, 
Sped on through Hfe, 
Cheerful and gay — 
All can say. 

He stout of heart! 
Of iron will; 
Packing huge loads 
Up! Up life's hill- 
Through storms, ill. 

His grist oft light, 
His money nill ; 
But he kept on 
In heat or chill. 
Working still. 

Rested at night, 
Toiled the next day; 
Was honest, straight — 
The only way! 
It did pay. 

Sure as you're born, 
Many mouths did fill. 
With wheat, meat, corn. 
Their cost did thrill — 
A big bill! 

Wise thoughts he had. 
He spoke them, too; 
He no grand saint. 
Just kind and true. 
Through and through. 

God's stars he knew^. 
Each had a place; 
This loyal man. 
He prayed for Grace — 
Life to face. 



He won RESPECT! 
Held forth his hand. 
Helped the needy 
Throughout the land — 
That just grand! 

Vanished the years! 
This landmark gone. 
But what he did — 
No one need scorn. 

Good LIVES on! 
Man's life when square. 
Straight, honest, fair; 
Gets its full share 
Of honor, rare 
Everywhere! 

BROTHER. 

One word on his tombstone! 
Where it long will stay. 
This single word to linger, 
And escape grim earth's decay. 

A word he so oft used. 
To some gone astray; 
The last word he uttered. 
Before his passing away. 

He said it to Jesus, 

As dying he lay: 

"Brother, take me to Heaven, 

Where there's love every day." 

He spoke, O, so kindly. 

To all in life's fray; 

And touched weary, sad hearts, 

Also the young and those gray. 

His gravestone now keeps it! 
Read ye it, who may; 
BROTHER thereon inscribed, 
Where the brightest sun beams 
play. 



13 



LUNCH COUNTER SOUP. 

Come in a big rush, 
Come with a whoop; 
There's nothing THINNER 
Than lunch counter soup. 

Don't rush the growler, 
To liquor stews stoop; 
If growing hungry. 
Buy lunch counter soup. 

If a brave soldier, 

And off from your troop. 

Wherever you be, 

Get lunch counter soup. 

Rush up and don't swear. 
Join some SOUPY group. 
Bounce onto a stool. 
Cry — "Veg'table soup." 

General Pershing, 
If you seek a coup! 
Kill the vile Kaiser 
On lunch counter soup! 

Take his corpse to sea, 
To complete the SCOOP; 
Load with lead and dump 
With a war ship's troop. 



HER GLOVES. 

Put them on tenderly. 
Fashioned so slenderly. 
Fashioned for hands dainty and 
rare. 

Deft hands that oft kindly. 
Lead those, w^ho blindly 
Stumble and fall on life's thor- 
oughfare. 



Sweet hands each day shining. 
With pure deeds done, defining. 
How worthy thy duties — as bless- 
ings compare. 

Then cover them carefully! 
Sweet hands which prayerfully 
Cling to and guide us with true 
love — care. 

THE LION OF HIS TOWN. 

Well, friends, some things look 

funny. 
Spin one all around; 
When cited to such rough stuff 
As the lions of a town. 

Believe me, gentle people! 
Some fit for wreath and gown ; 
That you've handed me a lemon. 
If such be lions of th' town. 

My eyes sore and a poppin* ! 
O, boy! Cookt so brown; 
For the devil ain't a patchin* 
To THIS Tion of your town. 

You swear he's some pumpkin! 
Born to wear a crow^n! 
But I'll begin my sportin' — 
Rope, this lion in your town! 

Hold on! I won't paw, beller! 
My feather's wiltin' down; 
I see now he's the whole cheese — 
Big chief, the man of the town. 

He the Liberty Bond treasure! 
Five times bought, his ear to the 

ground ; 
To the Nation gave pleasure! 
Biggest buyer of the town. 



14 



VERONA, MISSOURI. 

And the lengthening chain of 

years 
Are filled with joys and fears; 
But Verona stays the same, 
Ozark town, neat homes its aim; 
Where rich farmiers bring their 

grain. 

Expanding o'er hill and vale. 
Healthful climate, fine for frail; 
With water from Spring river, 
A gift from the Great Giver, 
Of the choicest things ever. 

And song birds upon the wing, 
When they reach there in the 

Spring, 
Love to mate and build and sing; 
Love thy vale, thy hills also. 
Nature's charms, that freely grow 

In Verona this I know. 

Know her worth, that deep doth 

flow^; 
Flow^s today from long ago, 
With an honor and a pride 
Like a young man w^ith his bride. 

THE WAY OF LIFE. 

Every man for his business, 
And every dog has his day; 
And kings may be tramping 
As tramps on a king's highway. 



And full bottles you now empty. 
After July 1 won't be filled; 
And birds that ranged high above 

you 
Were the ones that wasn't killed.. 

And honesty is a shingle 
To lay on your roof of fame; 
But a liar can sit beneath it, 
And lie and lie again. \ 

While some may call out 

"Rascal!" 
To test your honest nerve; 
But always be a Christian, 
And satan never serve. 

And if your girl gets angry. 
Just suffer with the pain ; 
Don't quibble over trifles, 
Forgive and love again. 

Prohibition became effective 
July I, 1919. 



YANKEE DOODLE'S RABBIT. 

Yankee Doodle came to town, 

A fetchin* in a rabbit; 
Everyone there hung around 

A trying for to grab it. 

Yankee Doodle said his say, 
His say was short and brittle; 

"If a quarter you will pay. 
Go cook *er in a kettle." 



The ox may find his manger, Yankee Doodle then did smile. 
Held by some dog today; A man flipped up a nickel; 

And Grandma Grundy tell it all, Saying "It would take a pile 
As she has much to say. His appetite to tickle!" 



And wars may kill the people, 
And leave the ranks right thin; 
And crops become a failure. 
For droughts w^on't let you win. 



Yankee Doodle said, "Good men! 

You are all shrewd if fickle; 
Living's higher than she's been — 

Which puts us in a pickle!" 



15 



AN ACTOR'S REVERIE. 

After the play is over, 
After the lights go out, 
After the public scatter, 
After the cheer and shout. 
After the midnight hour. 
After the glitter and show. 
After the cafe supper. 
After the green room's glow — 

The actor, worn to a stupor, 
Tired of noise and din. 
Thinks of a spot in the country 
That once was dear to him. 
Thinks of the evening sunsets 
And a youth of joy — to its brim; 
Thinks of his seat in th* school 

house, 
And the pond where he used to 

swim. 

And he sees the winding river. 
And that rural home of yore; 
And father and mother standing. 
And watching for him at the door. 
And his little sister playing; 
The tiny, sweet child who died; 
And he gathers anew the flowers. 
That were her delight and pride. 

And he views the stock that 
wanders, 

O'er pastures broad and green; 

And he softly calls to his sweet- 
heart. 

His darling and his queen; 

But she sleeps beside his sister. 

In the churchyard, 'neath the hill; 

By the river that rushes onward. 

Always flowing — but never still. 

Like his soul, it flows forever. 
Toward those — awaiting Above, 
The coming of his footsteps. 
In that Home of eternal love. 



And th' low of wandering cattle. 
And the bleat of timid sheep. 
Give place to the scenes of a city. 
And fill his visions sweet. 

Yet in the morn awaking, 
He starts, with a pleasant thrill. 
Only to find, he is just in time, 
To rush through the same tread- 
mill 
Of acting for the public. 
And dressing for his part. 
And making a show for those 

w^ho go 
To enjoy an actor's art. 

THEMES OF TODAY. 

None should fail or drift away. 
But meet the themes of today; 
Happy, laughing, cheerful, gay! 
Glad it rains, but that storms lay. 

Remember dimes bye and bye. 
Beget gold coins, that strong lie. 
To aid the world, you and I; 
On such hordes all must rely! 

Franklin once a kite did fly — 
Caught the lightning from on high ; 
Now airships sail in the sky. 
To build these men had to try. 

Autos run along the ground 
Like swift spirits moving 'round; 
Telephones conduct the voice's 

sound; 
Its constant use, useful found. 

Alphabets, first knowledge we 

seek; 
Words form that mutely speak, 
When spoken are kind or bleak. 
Flashing oft as lightning streak! 



16 



YOUTH WILL COME BACK. 

O, fondest one, I am needy 

Of thy pure, warm heart divine! 

I'm hungry, yes, love, greedy; 

And I wish you were mine 

Ere another church bell's chime. 

Yes, indeed, I am older 
Than thou: My love yet sublime! 
Don't guess being old, I'm colder. 
Dearest! I'm just in my prime! 
Tropical as warmest clime. 

Don't let my love pine; do dear! 
Thy fond heart and mine entwine; 
Unto thee I'll bring much virtue. 
And together up life's hills we'll 

climb. 
Singing glad songs of rhyme. 

Sweetheart, write on thy heart's 

page 
He's all right! Fine! That's the 

truth ! 
Now again just next my age; 
Still fit to enter queen's booth. 
Like Jacob with faithful Ruth. 

Write on and state, joy one hour 
Is well worth while! That, that 

much! 
So call me to thy bower; 
Youth will come back at thy 

touch, 
Thou being my loving crutch. 

THE HOLY ROOD. 

Some glad day I shall hear 

Music sweet, 
Ringing in my celestial ear; 
The time my soul draws near 

Jesus Christ; 
To Him with God — God's only 
peer, 

God's Son dear. 



Sometime, I'll drift away — 

To Heav'n stray. 
To the bosom of a brighter day. 
Sometime, life's storms will lay; 

This I pray! 
My spirit satisfied to stay, 

Happy — gay ! 

Here no more, if I could. 

If I would. 
Above in Saints lovely Brother- 
hood. 
Lamb of God — cross of wood, 

UNDERSTOOD! 
He manna ate; the Sacred food, 

SIN withstood! 

On high Christ's sacred brood. 
Through ages stood. 

Freed from earth's coarse surplice, 
cow^l and hood: 

Singing Te Deum, so good! 

Bowing to the Holy Rood; 
GONE! Sin's mood. 

OLDER THAN CREED. 

What prime law did the Master 

leave? 
A law far older than creed, 
"One commandment 1 add unto 

you — 
Love one another," this heed! 

Love is a law complete in itself, 

God's rarest jewel, divine! 

It unites us here and fills with 

cheer. 
And bright as the sun doth shine. 

Perfect love more than superfine! 
On earth, in Heaven sublime. 
And God IS LOVE! and His love 

is thine! 
So man's heart and His must 

combine. 



17 



THE LEOPARD. 



AN OZARK HILL. 



Leopard, agile, creeping, slight. 
Thy eyes glowing fires so bright! 
Dang'rous wild beast in a fight, 
Hunter of power and of might! 

Far from sloth or tortoise slow. 
Sweeping, bounding swift thou 

go — 
Deadly — fearful as a foe! 
Moving cat-like to and fro. 

In the forest day and night, 
Climbing trees, thou w^icked 

sprite; 
Springing from them to affright. 
All passers by who catch thy 

sight. 

Softly trailing (hidden wight). 
Crouching, snarling — horrid 

plight, 
When thou victims catch and bite; 
They in thy claws claspt tight. 

Leopard, from whence came thou, 

when? 
Suple fiend, born in hidden den; 
Eons ago who did thou hunt then? 
What use ever to God or men? 

Created, indeed! Be it so! 
Beast of prey, dealing death's 

blow; 
God thy fierceness did bestow — 
That CRAVING for blood to 

flow. 

Potentates thy value know! 

Thy rich skins on them they 
throw; 

It adds pomp and stately glow — 

While sportsmen THEE as tro- 
phies show. 



Just as the sun is dying 

In the sombre west. 

And great clouds are flying, 

Like birds tow^ards their nest, 

1 pause to breathe the pure air free 

Ere 1 lie down to rest. 

While tow'ring high above me, 
Are mounds vast and grim. 
Decked with fruit and shade tree 
And that Ozark hill, view him! 
An Ozark hill w^hose story 
Has never yet been told. 

That hill so gaunt and hoary. 
Ages and ages old! 
A sentinel set in the Ozarks, 
Through the will and works of 

God. 
With its rocks and rills. 
And a view that all thrills 

From its summit you may have 

trod, 
The w^inding road that leads 

there, 
A school above the swale; 
And down on the w^est side. 
Pure springs, that never fail. 
Thrifty farms, th' farmers' pride 

On mountains still beyond! 
While those heights and vales — 
Those hills and dales. 
Ages ago God adorned! 
And to this day — mists gray, 
(Giants old and forlorn) 

Line up there high. 

Just under the sky, 

Which you can see at dawn, 

But you must be quick! 

Or they'll pay you a trick, 

And out of your sight be gone. 



18 



YOUR SHIP IS COMING IN. 

Your ship is coming in, 

I can see her afar; 

The pilot's aboard 

And she heads for the bar. 

Her sails are so white. 
They glow in the sun ; 
And she's hauling in sight, 
Her voyage nearly run. 



Yet many wars have been right- 
And RIGHT it must prevail! 
War creating noble heroes. 
Who grave wrongs assail. 
And to follow our FLAG ! 
Is a glory none dare bew^ail. 
Or what this vast war cost; 
Which figures cannot detail — 
Its END of untold value — 
So its close with JOY all hail. 



Your captain stands watch, 
O'er your cargo and crew; 
And he weathered all storms. 
While commanding for you. 

The lighthouse is past. 
She is over the bar; 
Your ship's in the harbor! 
That came from afar. 

And some day you will sail 
For a land far away; 
Where there is no night. 
But the brightest of day. 

And Christ will command 
And you will obey; 
When you sail for that land 
Far, far away. 

WAR AND PEACE. 

Almighty God! Life's soon done; 
Gone its past — its present spun! 
We looking westw^ard. 
To the setting sun! 
Hailing Heaven's Pilot 
When earth's voyage is run. 
Yet how glad we and ONE!! 
To have PEACE and crush the 

Hun; 
The World War over — past, 
Sad indeed that it begun! 



BE MINE, LOVE. 

Be my sweetheart! Darling! 
Do not let me roam! 
Keep me ever near thee. 
Let us make a home. 

Be my dainty sweetheart! 
Say this; write it, 'phone; 
"My soul to thine is fleeing 
With love both can own." 

Be my only maiden. 
My white rose, fully grown; 
Don't forget, fondest one. 
Leaving my heart to moan. 

Be my fondest darling. 
Sing in sweetest tone; 
Absence dross, time gone loss. 
So match the love I've shown. 

Be my truest friend, love! 
Sweet as roses blown; 
I for thee am longing — 
Thou heart of my heart's zone! 

Chorus. 

I am longing, longing. 
Just to bring thee home; 
This my prayer, beloved. 
Do not let me roam. 



19 



MAUD, THE MULE. 

Maud, a farm mule, 
One summer's day, 

Plow'd some field corn 
And raked new hay. 

Her master's stunt; 
Read ye, who may. 

Her voice braying 

Loud, long and gay; 

Kicking her heels. 
In wanton play — 

This nifty beast. 
Of color, bay. 

A maid came down 
A while to stay; 

The upshot w^as, 
Maud ran away — 

Sad then this plight. 
She gone astray. 

The hired man 
Had this to say: 

"I set the girl. 

Let my reins lay. 

And bet your boots 
Maud hit the clay!" 

That mule shot off 

Without delay. 
Left us two kids 

In great dismay; 
Fearing the boss 

My hide would flay. 

Quick matrimony 

We felt would pay; 

Her dad rush'd up. 
Too dumb to pray; 

But said: "All right — 
Begin life's fray! " 



The mule winked 

And bit some grass; 

Wishing indeed 

She'd been a lass — 

This loving mule, 
As slick as glass! 

My tale is told. 
Odd story, true; 

Don't blame Miss Mule 
Or the human two; 

Maud's skipping off — 
Put one match through! 

Now, man and wife. 
Both laugh and gass; 

Driving that mule 
To town and mass; 

Joyful these three 

When them you pass. 

THE MAD MAN. 

He heeds not, birds singing. 
Views vaguely life and thee. 
Mental forces absent. 
So just chaos there be. 
Gone his soul's harmony! 

Like a ship's wake fading; 
Or trails snow hid deeply. 
His actions wild ever, 
Till God wills, he is free; 
And says: "Come unto ME!" 

He once had great duties. 
Knew mankind to the core; 
But today down — weary. 
Unable to think more. 
This side of Heaven's shore. 

A mad man existing. 
His thoughts rightly won't go; 
But like streams w^inding flow. 
Past grotesque shadows low^. 
And like them, never know! 



20 



PERFECTION IN HIM. 

I oft sit in the evening. 

Tired at the close of day; 
Worn and weary, but praying 

That better things pass my way. 

As the dusk of night approaches. 

And nightfall covers the earth; 
I know God meets those dying. 

Once glad on the day of their birth! 

Then I pray we all keep trying 

To win high standards of worth; 

Not complaining or sighing, 

Full of God's peace and heartfelt mirth 1 

I kneel, then, in calm devotion. 

Contrite, but grieving within; 
Sorry 1 lack perfection. 

But seeing perfection in Him! 

Lord Jesus! Dear blessed Master! 

He alone died for our sin. 
This thought strikes us at Yuletide, 

On Easter! Each day our souls win! 

And as the sun sinks down deeper, 
From valley, mountain and sea, 

1 rejoice, though times be dreary. 

That Jesus Christ does truly love me! 

He plead on the Cross for sinners! 

So my heart beats calm and free; 
Glad, as my soul looks Upward, 

That its Home is Eternity! 

A part of immortal creation! 

A plan direct from God's throne; 
His arms extended forward. 

Drawing to His bosom His own! 

Just wee babes God often calling. 

Some youthful, some mature grown; 

All! White hair 'round them falling. 

Many freed from deep griefs long known! 



21 



MOTHER'S THIMBLE. 

It is just a little thing — 

Neither watch nor a jeweled ring, 

Nor a diamond bright, rich and rare. 

But with it I cannot part — 

I clasp it to my fond heart; 

A worn out silver thimble, 

That my dear mother used to wear! 

So oft with it she did sew! 

In the summer time, through winter's snow; 

Till the day's shadows dim would grow. 

And late of nights would ply her art. 

Of mending up the torn things — 

The hours passing by on wings; 

Ah, God! What thoughts that thimble brings! 

And then, when I mature grew. 
And the broader themes of life knew. 
And felt keenly what she did do, 
With needle, thimble and thread, 
I'd dream of her sitting there. 
With her sweet face, pure and fair. 
As she re-built our little clothes. 

But her place is vacant now! 
She has past far beyond earthly ken; 
Still I feel her presence, as then; 
As she'd rock in rocker low. 
Asking God rare blessings send! 
While she'd smile as she did mend — 
Keeping on till her task would end. 

So way down within my heart 

That ancient thimble is, you see. 

More precious than gems could be; 

While that loving mother, she. 

Used to take me on her knee 

As she'd laugh with eyes aglow — 

Through days that would come and go. 

Some things all do prize, I know; 
Sacredly, I mother's thimble show, 
A part of her and the long ago! 
Her spirit long years with God, 
It with him in sweet accord. 
Origin of mother love, law; 
Above all! Exalted — without flaw! 

Months before I had been born 

Looking calmly forward to that dawn 

Of Hfe, (a wee babe of beauty) ; 

She would kneel and pray! And so, 

So I dare not let it go — 

But round it memories throw. 

That heirloom so valuable to me. 



22 



THE DEVIL LEAVES HELL. 

(Written in War Times, 1918.) 

The devil said "I am afraid! 
I've lost my power and high grade; 
I wish to God I hadn't been made, 
If I'm forced the Kaiser to aid." 

The devil cried, switched his tail: 
"Kaiser Bill will come and me impale, 
Or root me out with gas and sail — 
Asbestos airships on my trail!" 

"Hot this heat, but hotter will be. 

If the vile Hun wins — then you'll see! 

He'll get my goat; he's worse than me; 

And hell bent on war's cruelty. 

Bar doors, windows; pack meat and corn, 

Take gold, credit (shucks, that's gone) ! 

But we head for Russia (well shorn) 

By the Prussians, the worst yet born! 

We'll use our Fords and hike somewhere, 
I'll hide my tail and cease to swear. 
Dehorn my horns and cut my hair. 
Pass for some sot, with them compare. 
Hark, imps! I hear the old brute's horn; 
Pack up right quick; slip out 'ere dawn. 
When Bill gets here, tomorrow morn. 
Our entire crew will all be gone! 
But, brother fiends, it is sure tough. 
When I break down and cry enough ! 
Earth and its saints I oft did bluff. 
But Bill's got me; he's far too rough. 
To hell, all Prussians, now and for aye! 
Your leader with you here must stay — 
I won't be good; just moved away. 
But hell with Bill's too much, 1 say! 



FIGHT. 

(Written in 1917.) 
Our country fights th' World War to quell, 
March with your flag, fall into line! 
On to Europe! Fight like hell; 
Enlist! We win before tomorrow! 
Be MEN! Brace up the Allies well; 
Reinforcements, victory spell! 
Line up, Americans, for the BIG day! 
When the Hun's beat he'll go away; 
So fight! Fight! Go front and stay — 
Deeds, brave deeds, count now, and pay. 

23 



THE YEARS. 



GOD KNOWS. 



The years! This year! 
The New, New Year 

IT IS! 
It's Sorrows — cheer, 
Unfolded not; but here; 
Thou cherub cute, new born dear, 
Our year, sweet year. 

Say year! Bright year. 

So soft, so queer; 

Grow up! Be glad, not drear. 

Smile! Let sunshine appear. 

Volunteer! Be brave, don't fear; 

March on! All's clear! 

Good bye! On high! 
Old year — dead year. 
Prophet thou, now^, and seer; 
Gone to God, from thy bier; 
Thy son, at helm stands to steer 
One year; his year. 



I've been almost contraband. 

In God's land; 
Had visions, strange and grand, 

All I plan'd; 
Faded, gone, left grains of sand 

In my hand. 

Today dying — departing 

This is true! 
Pleading with th' inner man; 

And Christ, too. 
Do I win? Tell if you can. 

But can you? 

At the Bar of God I stand, 

Unmanned! 
Angels w^hisp'ring, sweet band, 

Christ's demand : 
Th' Redeem' d shall meet on 

God's Strand — 
Fine Command! 



Past years! Last year. 
We shed New^ year. 
On all but thee, a tear! 
Wee mite! You all endear! 
The future — a deep veneer 
For thee; tiniest peer. 



God made love: Adam's, 

Eve's, Ruth's; 
All men's; in some uncouth. 

Ere Time's youth. 
Heaven, Love's eternal booth. 

This the TRUTH! 



FATHER! DEAR FATHER! 

Father! dear father! 

Come visit me now; 

I'm weary and sad every day, 

I'm giving up all — 

And wait for Thy call; 

Please, Father! take me, I pray! 

My sight's going fast — 

All worldly themes past; 

Alone with you I now wish to stay 

Please let us both meet, 

Place thou my sore feet 

On Thy road that leads not astray. 



We in the sweet bye and bye. 

In death lie; 
"All that is born must die!" 

Let us try 
To live that we rise High, 

Beyond th' sky. 

Why was mortal life begun? 

— Lost or won — 
Why sleep when sleeps the sun? 

We, dust, spun 

Dead, when th' last heart beat is 
done; 

Who knows? ONE! 



24 



STARS OF GOLD. 

We view the glory of the night. 
The stars of Heaven shining bright; 
As tiny lamps they shed their light. 
Wonders of God's power and might; 
The North Star guiding sailors right. 
And all who keep it in their sight. 
(While stars astronomers delight) 
Their mysteries of earliest rite; 
And the Wise Men once took their flight 
To hold Jesus in their arms tight! 

The stars we see are ages old; 

Magi followed them, we're told; 

The zenith is their ancient fold; 

But there are stars — OUR STARS OF GOLD! 

Emblems of all GRAND HEROES bold, 

Who for THIS LAND their brave lives sold; 

Their spirits God's, their bodies cold; 

Now kindred dust (man's earthly mold) 

Their souls bright stars — the stars we hold 

Above ALL! On our hearts enroll'd! 

OUR PRESIDENT, WOODROW WILSON. 

Who can sketch aptly this greatest of men? 
President Wilson, w^hose virtue and ken 
Can't fully be stated by tongue or pen. 
The peer of crowned heads or those in court dress, 
Statesman! Author! Christian of kindness! 
He free from political blindness — 

With Jefferson's keen knowledge, let's confess! 
The grit of Jackson with more gentleness; 
High college attainments, politeness, 
And deep love like Lincoln's is no excess 
To say of WILSON, God doth bless; 
While wisdom his fine mind can impress. 

He's loved for honesty, and candor, too! 
Loyal to the Allies and the Red, White and Blue! 
You would aid him more if you only knew 
What daily he meets and has to go through — 
This man who went abroad his DUTY to do : 
Upright! Brave! And to the world true! 



25 



DEMOCRACY. 

What is Democracy? 

It is the inherent right 

Right to be 'neath Liberty's Hght; 

And if differing in sight. 

Yet entering manfully the fight 

With all honest and equally bright. 



What is Democracy? 

Sustaining laws, power — might! 

Through compacts and wise codes drawn tight, 

Controlling defects or blight; 

We strengthening our weakest plight; 

And living the Golden Rule so w^hite. 

What is Democracy? 

It is to assume some care 

Of daily growing needs somewhere; 

To a brother man act fair. 

To fight on earth, sea, in air. 

Obtaining PEACE at last everywhere. 

What is Democracy? 
Burning wisdom's lamp at night. 
Standing upon FREEDOM'S height! 
Crushing out those full of spite 
Who'd destroy sane life's delight 
With some petty, abnormal rite. 

What is Democracy? 

It's a fine old rule of three 

Justly franchising you — me — he! 

Winners rule; while losers be 

Respected w^hen all can't agree, 

Law bound not through license — see! 

What is Democracy? 
Acting square! To our FLAG swear! 
Living life, but not it's nightmare; 
Enjoying bounties, rich, rare. 
Aiding JUSTICE to the last hair! 
Doing deeds that others can share! 

All this Democracy! 
Freemen's common rights, galore! 
Which scheming despots abhor; 
LIBERTY'S LIFE held in store; 
Magna Charters broader than before, 
For MEN and WOMEN evermore. 



26 



ITALY. 

Her sons they fought for Italy! 

As stars above some you see: 

These died all grave wrongs to sever — 

Bleeding for a world's unity. 

Noble patriots trying 

To keep the Huns from Italy. 

Italians — the Allies affinity — 

HEROES of ability, 

Born in their noble country, 

True friends of humanity. 

Fighting for you and for me — 

ITALY! Hats off to THEE! ! 

Here's thy grandest quality — 

To despots you won't bow the knee! 

Thy land may God bless forever, 

Bearing strong lads of LIBERTY, 

To honor thee eternally, 

And sing thy songs — O, Italy! 

Fatherland of Garibaldi! 

I may never see Italy! 

Across the Alps lies she; 

Hating all her foes bitterly, 

Ye folks from mountains and valleys; 

Where pure air and bright sunshine be. 

With vineyards near homes happy. 

And thy people gay and free. 

Where birds, nests in spring are building 

By churches in the olive tree; 

While flowers bloom constantly 

In places of antiquity — 

Venice, Naples, Rome (Holy City) ! 

Yonder Elber held Majesty, 

Napoleon, who made history. 

Thy seas ever commerce bringing; 

Vesuvius fire flinging; 

Hot lava from her mouth stinging! 

Yet may you live on, brave Italy, 

Thy Popes viewing Eternity. 



11 



BELLS OF HEAVEN RING. 

Ye bells of Heaven ring, ring out! 
Ring o'er this world of peace and 

fray; 
Ring as day comes out of night — 
Ring truthful news, be what it 
may. 
Ring, ye bells, for aye and aye 
Today and aye! 

Ye bells of Heaven ring, ring out! 
Ring birth of babes (God's liv- 
ing clay) ; 
Ring when death — life takes 

away! 
Ring in glad tones, the "Broader 
Day." 
Ring 'till all devoutly pray, 
Yes, kneel and pray. 

Ye bells of Heaven ring, ring out! 
Ring Jesus walked the "Narrow 

Way;" 
Ring new hopes to all astray; 
Ring peace of soul when life's 
storms lay: 
Swing, ye bells — old bells so 

gray — 
"Ding, dong," ye say! 

Cathedral bells, peal, peal out! 

Sound from thy dome o'er earth 
and bay; 

Ring holy themes — ring anthems 
gay, 

Christmas and New Year's holi- 
day; 
Sing songs, grand bells — sor- 
row slay. 

Earth's evils flay! 

Immortal bells! Clang as you 
sway! 



Get saint and sinner both to 

kneel; 
Toll as time runs off its reel; 

Vibrate, bells, in sweet appeal. 

Thy force we feel! 

Celestial bells ring, ring out! 
Thy MESSAGE through long 

ages tost; 
That — "JESUS died to save the 

LOST!" 
Rejoice, proud bells, (art em- 
bost) 
(Swing from belfry tower 

joist) 
Man's sins accost! 



JESUS IS CARING. 

Jesus today is caring, 
And He is full of love; 
He is longing to have you 
Live in His Home above. 

His life was full of sorrow. 
His heart w^as broken, too; 
He bore the cross for others. 
And this we all should do! 

1 hear His voice now calling. 
So sweet, so pure, so true! 
Calling us up to Heaven — 
God's Lamb, who sorrow knew! 

O, how sad, man had fallen! 
Can he rise? By God's Grace! 
He can, and meet his Saviour 
Waiting there; face to face. 

Heaven's sweet joys forever! 
From sin all mankind free; 
The ages meeting together — 
What a DAY that will be! 



28 



THE NATION'S EMBLEM. 

We worship our proud colors: 
Grand emblem almost divine! 
Its white and blue from heaven, 
Its red from the sunshine! 
All stars so bright upon it; 
As it moves along th' line: 
We salute it! Born to follow 
Our Nation's FLAG — Yours and 
mine! 



Soldiers' banners left a shred; 
Blood stained, in some far off 

bed- 
Rites, taps, and file's last tread 
All ended: Gone ahead! 
Wounded dying, they bled ; 
In fierce battles of which w^e've 

read — 
Over the TOP, where the FLAG 

LED! 



Old Ocean rolls beneath her, 
Allies friend: FOE — Hun of th' 

Rhine! 
Known to Washington, Lafayette, 
All Lands and Navies fine. 
Lincoln kept us together; 
Freed a race in HIS time: 
Today a patriotic country. 
Loving OLD GLORY sublime! 

Both old and young cheer her, 
CONQUEROR she ever fiew! 
In the Sixties placed over 
Veterans' graves — then new. 
Mourners adding fresh flow^ers. 
May thirty, these yearly strew^; 
Remembering ALL and soldiers 
ABOVE earth's red, white and 
blue! 

Forev'r to carry bouquets. 
As in the past, we learned to do; 
God's voice calling together. 
Great hosts w^hose lives are 

through. 
Men now front, fighting for you! 
Thank God! Th' entire UNION 
Honors their devotion so true. 
Their DEEDS that out of WAR 

grew. 

Death marks as his own — the 
DEAD. 



THE DYING POET. 

All said, the poet's dying! 

But he smiled and said, if true! 

The body is but the mind's ser- 
vant; 

The spirit God's, that lives 
through ! 

Seek Him and His full knowledge. 

Wisdom His here and beyond 
death ! 

The body just an earthly crust. 

Just a form to shield life's breath. 

We know^ our mortal being 
Unto dust returns some day; 
The spirit pure and holy 
Floats Above, where it doth stay! 
Outlasting earth's brief desire; 
Satisfied! Happy in the sky! 
Just one day there, no tomorrow. 
Never ages passing by! 

They w^atched his eyes glazing, 
Wonderful poet full of grace! 
Stood round his bier, there lying. 
Whose pen had glorified the race! 
His brilliant thoughts won honor. 
Gave the glad hand and God- 
speed 
To all seeking culture's need! 
Those who on thought loved to 
feed ! 



29 



GOD'S LOVE AND MIGHT. 

Storms that rise to tempests roar; 
Oceans chafing along shore; 
Thunder, Hghtning prove the 

more, 
God's powers we should adore. 

The Planets made to revolve; 
Our vague lives here to dissolve! 
The glorious sun, God made 

solve. 
Heat and light; sins can absolve! 

Earth, air, seas, worlds without 

end. 
Through prime laws agreeably 

blend; 
God sent His Son to meekly 

bend — 
Then on High He did ascend! 

Man's love and mateing in life; 
Its constant v/arfare and strife; 
We sow, then reap, laugh or pine, 
Uplifted by God's plans Divine! 

The lily of the field so w^hite! 
The tiny babe, that coos at light. 
The stars of heaven ev'r bright. 
Teaches us God's love, wisdom, 
might. 

To save us, Christ did descend. 
Showing repentance could mend 
Sinful souls; through ways that 

trend 
Back to God, where evils end. 

And Jesus died on the Cross; 
Arose above all earth's dross; 
Did you ever count its cost 
To Him? Who pray'd none be 
lost. 



Did you ever weigh those years, 
Jesus spent here in grief and tears. 
Thorn crown'd, scorn'd, with 

jeers. 
He nobler than earth's grand 

peers. 

He healed sick, maimed and 

blind! 
To the poor and w^eak was kind ! 
Lived to GLORIFY, the re- 

deem'd mind; 
Taught THE FATHER seek— 

and FIND. 

THE WORLD DRY. 

And 1 hear the tramp of billions. 
And they are heading all our 

way; 
For the world is going dry! 
Hear this joyous, gladsome cry; 
And it's the very thing 'twill pay. 
As our drunken fallen billions. 
Need no longer reel and sway, 
To the lust and lure of millions, 
Who sold drink, the live long 

day. 
And I love to hear that cry. 
As the billions rush on by — 
'The \vorld, has this day, gone 

dry. 
Yes, dry! Dry to always stay!" 
And some loyal men and women 
Stood the brunt and won the 

fight; 
Raised the "War Cry" day and 

night. 
Their hair now is silver gray, 
And their souls are pure and 

white. 
While they fought the long fight 

— right! 
The world going dry for aye! 



30 



HER OLD WHITE BEAU. 

I am coming, precious darling! 

And my song is soft and low. 
And I hear your dear voice calling 

And your hands sweet kisses 
throw^! 

I'm coming! I'm coming! 

While my hair is like God's 
snow! 

For I realize you do love me. 

Yes, love your old white beau! 

Soon again, my dainty darling. 
To tell Love's truths, its depths 
show! 
Forgiving, some deeds appalling. 

And events of months ago. 
That chill' d our hearts and held 
their flow. 
I'll listen! I'll listen! 
While my hair is white as snowf 
Yes, I'll listen while you whis- 
per. 
You love your faithful beau! 

Yes, I'm coming, fondest darling! 

Having wandered to and fro. 
The past ended, dark and galling. 
Slander silenc'd, wicked foe! 

Wafted on foul winds that did 

blow^. 
I'm happy! I'm happy! 
And I bring you mistletoe. 
For your lips will always kiss 
mine, 
Mine love! Your old white 
beau! 

I've been waiting, lovely darling! 

Just to reap w^hat w^e did sow, 
Pure love! On each a halo falling! 

While today my steps are 
slow — 

But united they'll brisker grow! 



I've started! I've started! 
The way short' ning as I go! 
My arms soon to draw thee 

to me. 
To your fond old beau! 

So I'm praying, little darling. 

Be it the last night I know! 
To reach you, though I'm crawl- 
ing. 

Through drifts of fallen snow^. 

Thou won at last, for w^eal or 
woe! 

I'm praying! I'm praying! 

This prayer is pure — and O! 

May your soul and body nestle 

Against your loyal beau. 

I DO, DON'T YOU? 

I wish I had a baby! 

Yes indeed, I'd give anything. 

To feed it milk and gravy, 

And to wee tootsy sing! 

And to it fondly cling, 

It glad for nice sweets I'd bring. 

Watching it coo — everything! 
Then I'd bring it a gold ring. 
Often the cute darling swing, 
Airing it w^arm days of spring. 
Always getting it something 
Nice and invigorating. 

A WISHING RING. 

Listen, love, to birds sing! 

Our joys never to tire. 
You craving something, 

With sincere desire! 
Through what I did bring 

To you — I admire! 
A gold wishing ring, 

With glowing sapphire! 



31 



A DESCRIPTION OF JESUS. 

(Compiled from a Centurion's 
Official Report) 

You seek a description of our 

Christ, 
As He sped along the public way; 
"Healing the sick" and "curing 

the blind," 
And "speaking" holy "words, 

sweet and kind." 
You wish to know of His "gar- 
ments w^hite," 
His wondrous face and "features 

so bright;" 
The real "colors of His hair" 

were "three," 
Blended — "auburn, light and 

gold'n," you see; 
His melting "eyes were blue" — 

pure and light, 
"His smiles" bathed and "hid in 

sorrow;" 

Living each hour that fateful 

morrow. 
On the day. He should carry the 

cross — 
To save our souls from eternal 

loss. 

His wond'rous form was stately, 

yet "slight," 
He mov'd and walk'd with true 

"grace" and might — 
Not like a wanton, nor yet a king. 
But like a "scholar," in every- 
thing." 
"Had knowledge," and wisdom, 

thoughts sublime — 
"Being vers'd in all themes of His 

time." 
Of pure, gentle blood — His race 

did go 
Back to Abraham's bosom, we 

know. 



Yet no pen nor picture quite could 

fetch. 
And get of Him a real perfect 

sketch ; 
Yet a Centurion sent to see — 
Wrote of Jesus just as I tell thee. 
He said — "No harm in Christ!" 

"I agree 
With those w^ho know;" "so I 

turn'd Him free." 
My Caesar — "He is from Galli- 

lee." 

Note: — Caesar sent a Centu- 
rion who reported; and in the 
archives at Rome this document 
exists today. "Surround this Cen- 
turion's words where used or 
meant. " 

MYSTERIES. 

Winds of Heaven, from whence 
came thou? 

Who taught thee earth and seas 
to plow, 

To drive the clouds, great trees 
make bow, 

To waft huge ships, kiss moun- 
tains' brow^? 

Why ask, O, God! Why — when 
or how^? 

The unknown IS! What IS w^e 
vow. 

Always God's! Forever as now! 

Beyond life's vale we yearn to see! 

We delve and study, court mys- 
tery; 

Searching the element's history. 

The Bible and plan and try to be, 

Criterions on Eternity. 

Yet, O, God ! Far from wise like 
Thee, 

Just babes of Thy Christianity! 



32 



MY SAVIOUR IS HERE. 

Out on life's pathways 

And highways I stray! 
Once in great deserts. 

Where I wandered away. 
Lost in th' wilderness. 

Burdened w^ith sin, 
Crossing hot sands, 

My heart sinking within. 

Yet ever beside me 

To love; a guide be! 
My Saviour hath followed. 

Still walks by my side! 
He on life's highways, 

To give me good cheer. 
And save my frail soul. 

And death never fear. 

And so 1 repent 

And turn now Christ's way! 
My life almost spent, 

Gets brighter each day! 
The darkness is gone, 

The dawn doth appear, 
1 kneel down to pray. 

To my Saviour so dear! 



As kings love thrones! 
This he frankly owns, 
Does Limburgher Jones! 

An honest, square man. 

Fat Limburgher Jones! 

All furies bifs he. 

From bad habits free! 

But craves limburgher a plenty 

As kings wish thrones! 

This he frankly owns. 

Does Limburgher Jones! 

He was good to me. 
Good Limburgher Jones! 
Sharp from A to Z, 
As kind as could be. 
But he eats limburgher, see! 
Makes of this no bones. 
This he frankly owns. 
Does Limburgher Jones! 

BACK TO JESUS. 

O, it's sad to tell I wandered. 
Yes, wandered far away; 

But I'm coming back to Jesus, 
Yes, I'm coming back to stay. 



LIMBURGHER JONES. 

Here's to a great friend. 
Friend Limburgher Jones! 
A good man ever. 
As walks this earth's zones. 
A lover of limburgher. 
As kings love thrones! 
This he frankly ow^ns. 
Does Limburgher Jones! 

He talks in wise tones, 
Bright Limburgher Jones! 
While he never groans. 
And wouldn't throw stones. 
This lover of limburgher. 



And 1 hear the church bells ring- 
ing. 

And I'm going there to pray; 
For I'm coming back to Jesus, 

Yes, I'm coming back to stay. 

And my soul with sin was sodden. 
But I've found the narrow w^ay; 

And I'm coming back to Jesus, 
Yes, I'm coming back to stay. 

And my heart is full of yearning. 
Just to do some good today; 

For I'm coming back to Jesus, 
Yes, I'm coming back to stay. 



33 



GENERAL PERSHING AND 
HIS REGIMENTS. 

Hurrah for the Red, White and 
Blue! 

Hurrah for our regiments, too ! 

Who with John J. Pershing the 
war went through, 

(Fighters when there's fighting 
to do) ! 

The bravest of lads, who always 
rang true. 

Winning spurs in the Old World 
and New. 

They honor their country, them- 
selves and you! 

While General Pershing the 
schemes of w^ar knew^. 

He knew when to strike, just 
where air planes flew! 

So nations on him their emblems 
did strew, 

"Over the Top" now our m n 
from Missou; 

Once country lad who distin- 
guished grew! 

Hurrah for the Red, White and 
Blue! 

Hurrah for our regiments, too! 

Hurrah for Pershing, who it ALL 
went through! 

Virile general of power and 
might, 

O, boys! The enemy he fully did 
blight! 

He so ready by day and fighting 
at night, 

A warrior, he! Facing the bright- 
est light. 

Always four square and to every- 
one white! 

A general w^hose tactics did af- 
fright. 



No wonder he stands way up on 

the height! 
There because he did sharp things 

and w^as bright. 
Aided by strong Allies in the big 

fight! 

LOVE AND HATE. 

And love within itself did yearn. 

And to her rival Hate did turn; 

But Hate was cold and would not 
burn, 

So Hate, Love's fires did prompt- 
ly spurn. 

Thus Love and Hate have met at 

last. 
And Hate sure won this battle; 
For Love consumed deep and fast. 
While Hate (held hate) hate's 

chattel. 

But some day hate will have to 

die. 
It cannot dwell beyond the sky; 
This side, beyond death; love th' 

leaven 
That unites us here and up in 

Heaven. 

So love alone can wear God's 

crow^n ! 
Arrayed Above, in pure white 

gow^n; 
As Hate must ever sin and frown 
To earthly themes and hell bow 

down. 

When together lions and lambs 

play. 
Not before, but on that glad day, 
Love and Hate will both kneel 

and pray 
Existing wrongs be cast away. 



34 



THE RED CROSS. 

(Written 1918) 

After the close of a great fight, 
And oft times during the fray, 
The brave Red Cross nurses 

bright, 
Weave back and forth, night and 

day. 

Caring for wounded and dying. 
Nursing the sick back to health, 
Doing for all — relying 
On funds, some part of our 
wealth. 

They kneel and bathe eyes, a 

crying. 
When missiles of death are sent! 
Ever busy, ever trying, 
To help all, from moneys spent. 

To white tents, their Red Cross, 

flying! 
They carry broken armies, rent; 
Cheering up weak and sighing. 
Hurrying, on missions bent! 

The Red Cross for all — friend 

and foe! 
To all wounded, mercy they 

show; 
Train' d to force death to go slow^; 
Where heaviest fell fierce w^ar's 

blow. 

Merciful Red Cross of bright red! 
Life saver! Thou hast sped. 
Far front to reach those (not 

dead) 
Who w^ithout aid Heav'n w^ould 

w^ed. 

Inspired by God above, 
Praying words that leave joy — 



Serpent like, yet like the dove! 
Friend thou art of the soldier 
boy. 

WIN HERE— IN THE SKIES. 

Why should the spirit of mortal 

be proud? 
Why should the masses live on 

cold cash? 
Why not drift along like some 

summer cloud. 
Square men (not dead beats on 

the mash) 
Who never break up or go smash! 

Why should great palaces for just 
a few be? 

Why the laboring man's food 
largely hash? 

The rich have ample, from cham- 
pagne to tea, 

They doll'd fine, not in shoddy 
trash — 

The poor in rags, held under the 
lash. 

O, why should Big Business hunt 

out a few? 
Pinching people when trying to 

do! 
When wealth should be free from 

bottom to top; 
To catch it, just jumps, skips and 

hop. 
Pep plenty, home runs and no 

stop! 

Men worthy Washington's who 

v/on't tell lies! 
Hitting hot iron 'till the spark flies, 
Sticking to truth 'till the last dog 

dies, 
if losers here — WIN in the skies! 
They at last w^here nobody cries. 



35 



HOPE, FAITH, LOVE. 

Hope always and hope EVEN, 
For the UNSEEN things above! 

Hope forGod'sgreatest LEAVEN, 
Christ's pleading WITHIN— 
HIS LOVE! 



API ER CHAOS ADAM GREW. 

Mortal man, when thou dost die. 
Will there be recorders by? 
To write down thy reply. 
On some church creeds thou didst 
try? 



Through FAITH, we can look 
Upward, 
Touch indeed, the Great Un- 
known, 
We marching Higher — onward — 
Towards our HEAVENLY 

HOME. 

While LOVE, God's grandest 
pow^er! 
HIS OWN BEST GIFT, from 
His Throne; 
Asset in sunshine and show'r, 
Wound round our hearts and 
His own. 

EMBLEMS, these three; their 
meaning, 
Reaching deep depths of the 
soul; 
Fitting us for the gleaning — 
Of HARVESTS RICHER than 
gold! 

IMMORTALITY. 

Christ died on the cross, man's 

Brother! 
Son of God, Mary His Mother! 
Never none like HIM — none 

other! 
Of mankind sincerest lover! 
Immortality He did uncover; 
Proving God's spirit in men did 

hover, 
A birthright they should fully 

recover! 



Brothers, will you then feel shy? 
God's spirit of ages drawing nigh! 
On what plan then rely? 
Thy soul NAKED there on High. 

Bibles some don't pursue. 
Yet with love The Infinite woo! 
It a blessing they knew — 
In pagan and Christian, too. 

Arab, Indian, and Hindoo, 
They Saint Peter's Gate pass 

through! 
Divine i^karks theirs (I tell you). 
Their own souls! — Is this net 

true? 

After chaos Adam grew. 
When God's breath o'er him 

blew. 
This man's children He doth 

view! 
So live right, the right thing do. 

Adam made from earth's dust, 
Congealing to a crust; 
He receiving a grave trust, 
Lost, we hear, through w^anton 
lust. 

Yet we have "The Glad Tomor- 
row," 
Leaving here dross and sorrow. 
Of God, grace we can borrow, 
Escaping sin's dire horror! 



36 



A CONTRITE MOURNER. 

Suffering alone — but not alone! 
It for the best! In sadness we 

ow^n — 
She passed 'neath Heaven's Lintel 

Stone, 
Home!! Beyond the tomb and 

church bell's tone. 
She and you had in one true life 

grown ; 
Each the other through love, fully 

know^n ! 
She exalted now! Kneels at 

God's Throne — 
First tasting cold death — hearing 

its moan; 
While child of God; she did pray 

— atone! 
Her body, it rests! Her pure 

spirit flown! 
Her whole life replete, with wise 

deeds sow^n. 

SCIENCE OR BELIEF? 

is mortal science above belief? 
Nature, facts, man's ALL — the 

soul's capsheaf? 
Do these fully prove just where 

w^e are? 
Guiding lights? The Polar star? 
Stands man's judgment correct? 



At 



par; 



Accurate criterion near — afar? 

Man's wisdom, dynasties, plans 

may change. 
Through new^ forces in range. 
God lets Hope — Faith — Love 

deftly pursue 
Beyond the finite: Reason, too! 
Kncw^ledge shifts; one's calieade- 

scopic view. 
But trusting in HIM satisfies you. 



Doubters ever the hardest to 
show. 

But when Thomas believed it 
made his heart glow^! 

"God, Thou!" said he, feeling it 
w^as so. 

Faith, Hope, Love makes the 
Christian grow^, 

They seeking Heaven! The per- 
fect place to go 

At death; when spirits to God 
doth flow. 

THE PRINTER'S PRAYER. 

God, let me keep a perfect case. 
And set all matter clean; 

Believing in Thy Word and Grace, 
Taking copy clean or mean. 

Lock up my galley, plane its face. 
My proofs be always free 

From wrong font type or extra 
space. 
While I should worship Thee. 

Forgive the wrong that others 
brook. 

And let me set up right. 
Whatever hangs upon the hook. 

While working neath Thy light. 

And when my hands grow stiff 
and old, 
And death has made its strike! 
Dear craftsman, take me where 
I'm told 
You serve printers just alike. 

Once I a well-known typewise 
tramp, 
I'm now^ a dying soul! 
Call "30," Christ, and set Thy 
lamp 
To guide me to Heaven's goal! 



37 



KNOWING THE BEST. 

Let not your heart be troubled! 
Don't give up all hope, I pray. 
The well spring of joy will bubble, 
Casting all sadness away — 
So rejoice, be glad today! 

Be not downcast and weary, 

The sun is shining somewhere! 

Though the storm be dark and 
dreary. 

Its ozone is beyond compare! 

With God's deep love every- 
where. 

Today some winds contrary. 
Baffle broken lives — adrift! 
While Jesus and His Mother Mary 
Fled with Joseph, making some 

shift — 
Their babe Heaven's Holy Gift. 

Life's eternal seas (ev'r moaning) 
Receives man's soul on their 

crest; 
Their waves and breakers set 

combing, 
Bear saints to God's Haven of 

Rest, 
As angels there, singing with zest. 

Seeking Christ — in the gloaming. 
Hearing sweet songs of the Blest! 
Human spirits freed from roaming 
Far above sin's earthly test. 
Knowing at last what is — THE 
BEST! 

THE PERFECT DAY. 

Why be downhearted? 
Our loving Saviour near! 
Clothing us in righteousness, 



Safe through grace! From sins 

kept clear! 
Glorified by God's works that 

cheer! 
Great hosts redeem'd year by 

year! 

We never alone! 

Hope! Faith! Love! Follow- 



ing on 



We changed — not as we used to 

be. 
Loving God continually! 
And beyond the vale He doth 

see 
Spirit souls constantly — 

Converted ! Purified ! 
Vileness gone! We new born! 
Sin's robes no longer us adorn! 
On the cross markt way we stay. 
Our hearts and souls singing 

away. 
Watching the dawn of God's 

Perfect Day! 

Sad burdens lifted! 
Moved through Christ's deep ap- 
peal! 
Who hunted the highways for 

outcasts and stray! 
Who within, His love can feel. 
And for divine aid daily pray. 
As they march along the King's 
Highway. 

To the Throne of God, 
Each hour, all draw nigh! 
Unto mansions beyond the sky — 
To reside THERE! Mortal man 

must DIE!! 
In the cold tomb his body lie — 
But the spirit freed, LIVES on 

High! 



38 



I SHALL BE SATISFIED. 

Some day I shall be satisfied! 
My cares and sorrows past away; 
Over my body earth's clods of 

clay, 
My soul floating at floodtide, 
Over the billows to the Other 

Side, 
There to rest forever and be 

satisfied ; 
Through the Lamb of God — He 

GLORIFIED! 

Some day I shall be satisfied ! 

My life's hopes no longer astray; 

Attuned at last to God's Perfect 

Day- 
All pure longings gratified! 

No raging fierce storms on the 
Other Side, 

Just sweet calm forever and I 
satisfied. 

Mingling with saints Jesus edi- 
fied! 

Some day I shall be satisfied! 

With those I lov'd alw^ays to stay; 

Upon my contrite heart, theirs 
will lay 

Sweet angels, all purified ! 

While sin can't exist on the Other 
Side, 

Where saints dwell together 
FULLY satisfied; 

The just Laws of God kept rati- 
fied! 

Some day I shall be satisfied ! 
Those I adore with me will pray; 
And to my spirit, their spirits 

stray, 
Rejoicing! Glad! Satisfied! 
Again united on the Other Side 



Forever and ever! By LOVE 
sanctified. 

Opinions discarded — creeds uni- 
fied! 

WE LEARN WHAT IS 
SORROW. 

It is mete we learn w^hat is sorrow; 
Jesus knew grief about Gallilee. 
Suffering! Sin! And its horror! 
Living Son of The Deity! 

Daily we draw to death's river 
And hear sadly the dying — their 

moan. 
As beings float back to the Giver! 
O'er this mortal world no more to 

roam. 

Time draws all souls closer to- 
gether. 

Face to face, hearing sacred 
voices, their tone! 

Thrilling us from surface to cen- 
tre! 

Learning joys THERE — (here) 
we hadn't known! 

Christ taught us the value of 

virtue! 
And never to vileness bow the 

knee — 
But Divine Laws harbor, and 

nurture, 
Growing in grace, dear Jesus, like 

Thee! 

Mankind's spirit lives now and 
ever 

Close about God's beautiful 
Throne! 

While anthems angels sing for- 
ever — 

To beings, who are never alone! 



SAMMY LANE STILL ON 
WHITE RIVER. 

In the Ozarks there is more than 

fame. 
Scenery or stock, mines or game; 
More than fruit and flowers that 

grow. 
In climate mild, where soft winds 

blow — 
There's shepherds of the hills, 

take note! 
Their story told in days remote. 
In a novel Harold Bell Wright — 

wrote. 
While from its pages 1 love to 

quote, 
The life and ways of Sammy 

Lane. 

For such an one, 1 sought in vain. 
Till near White river seeking gain, 
I found my ideal pure and sweet! 
And to my mind, she's hard to 

beat. 
She's brave and witty, pretty, too, 
A wise young woman, 1 tell you! 
She's bright, yet staid, pure thru 

and thru; 
Dark eyes and hair, a form to do 
Artists good, (who could sketch 

her true). 

This Sammy Lane of Ozark birth, 
Of mountain air and Ozark worth, 
It seems to me, and here's the 

truth, 
Is under God, a second Ruth! 
And if 1 have to court her years, 
I'll take that job with joy and 

cheers. 
In our Ozarks, there is many a 

miss. 
You'd love to know, cherish and 

kiss. 



The kind to make you a fine wife. 
The ones to stick to all your life. 

WORDS AND DEEDS. 

The little things we've said or 

done, 
Come home to roost at set of sun; 
Oft warp and woof left unspun — 
Good chances lost, w^e should 

have won; 
Festering wrongs, truths told 

askew^. 
One's feelings hurt, old scores 

made new. 
Tasks undone or overthrew — 
At evening finds us worn and 

blue. 

Full soon our lives will all be 
through ! 

Then what becomes of me or 
you? 

Will history us review? 

And friends our graves with flow- 
ers strew^? 

Their words convey our real vir- 
tue. 

That our spirits up to Jesus flew. 

Accepting His love, pure and true. 

Ever flows all rivers on, 

The great oak, once the wee 

acorn; 
Man keeps dying, but babes are 

born! 
Life aw^akening, as night greets 

the daw^n; 
Make it happy and not forlorn! 
Act right, seek God's truths, evil 

scorn ; 
With Hope, Faith, Love thyself 

adorn, 
These guide to Heaven's eternal 

morn! 



40 



HEAVEN SEEK AND FIND. 

O, God, I did hate You, 
Hate You. Hate You. 
Yes, hate you all the time; 
But today I do love You, 
Love You. Love You, 
My Saviour, pure, DIVINE. 

O, God, will You take me? 
Take me? Take me? 
So full of sin and grime. 
Purify me and to Thee, 
To Thee. To Thee 
Fold my heart to Thine, 
—SUBLIME! 

So long I was straying. 
Straying. Straying. 
Holding back — far behind; 
Yet for me You were praying. 
Praying. Praying 
That I Heaven seek and find. 

Today I am pleading! 
Pleading! Pleading! 
That I SEE! Once so blind! 
Redeem Thou, my lost soul and 

mind! 
My soul and mind! 
Dear Saviour, sweet and KIND. 

FAIRIES WE KNOW. 

Yes, w^e know^! 

When their forms are perfect! 
When their eyes do glow! 
When they are like velvet! 
Then w^ith them w^e go — 
For joys they can bestow. 

Yes, w^e know! 

When their hearts are beating. 
As their eyes say so! 
Craving fondest greeting. 



Then our love we show. 
And it for them doth flow! 

Yes, we know^! 
When their hair is fluffy, 
When they need a beau. 
When they are cute and loving. 
And sweet kisses throw — 
Then hunt the missletoe! 

Yes, we know! 

For we often meet them. 

Fairies free from woe! 

Dainty forms in dreamland. 

Dancing to and fro. 

Like flakes of purest snow! 

I LOVE YOU. 

I wish to tell just you 
That my love for you is true! 
These words I wish them to 
Stir your heart all through and 

through, 
I love you! I do! I do! 

This is my daily prayer! 
To you, dear, sweet and fair. 
Young, charming, debonair! 
With gentle ways and form rare. 
All the graces and perfect hair. 

Your glowing soul within. 
Free from pride and wanton sin! 
So you 1 long to win. 
You love from thy kith and kin, 
Fonder of you now than I've 
been! 

I'm going to get you, all right, 
Capture you — hold you tight! 
Embrace you with deep delight, 
Loving you day and night! 
Thou tender, charming, perfect 
sprite! 



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ON JESUS PREVAIL. 

Fallen! Astray! 

Sin did waylay and dismay. 

Keeping thee from Jesus. 

Your sad story not new. 

It is full of wrong you did do! 

But take now God's trail, 

On Jesus prevail! 

He's glad to save a lost life! 

Yes, hit the trail! 

Don't be so frail! Sin assail! 

Fight hard for Jesus! 

Thy life knows deep w^oe, 

And fierce struggles that show. 

You have certainly fallen low! 

On calm seas now sail. 

On Jesus prevail! 

He stout arms 'round mor- 
tals doth throw. 

Learn those sad tales. 
Of the Cross, and piercing nails! 
He gave ALL! Dear Jesus! 
Don't drift like the snow, 
Why to deeper depths go? 
Let Christ's LOVE in thy heart 
GLOW! 

Just RUSH down God's trail, 

On Jesus prevail! 

SALVATION, He's here to 
bestow. 

Be not afraid! 
In virtue's armor arrayed. 
Enter God's great crusade. 
Right NOW, heed His call, 
Crushing vipers who crawl; 
(Death at the Cross, met HIS 
downfall) ! 

So jump for God's trail! 

On Jesus prevail, 

He listens to pleadings, from 
all! 



In the white light stay! 

Singing hymns tender today! 

They soothe, w^ickedness slay. 

What God does, does pay! 

He will lead you away, 

And thy spirit to Him will stray. 
Be FIRST on the trail! 
Don't leave friends to wail 
That you always held Christ 
at bay! 

Stand for the RIGHT! 
Be thou God's soldier of might! 
You could die ere tonight; 
Greet the Dear Jesus for aye! 
Kneel thou and for pardon please 
pray. 

Then stand at God's rail! 

With HIM you'll prevail! 

And win LIFE'S game that 
you'll play! 

THE OZARKS. 

Into my life the broad Ozarks 

came. 
Her bounties and charms ever the 

same; 
Beautiful, natural — real life, her 

aim! 
Masterful mountains for backbone 

and frame, 
Co-mingling together — wild and 

tame; 
Amidst trees, valleys, pure springs 

and game; 
The joy of living here gave her 

fame! 
So if you don't love her — who is 

to blame? 
She so proud of her scenery and 

name! 
Glowing forever with Nature's 

flame.. 



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MY VISION. 

Oft times amid long shadows on 

the wall. 
The little laughing beams of sun- 
light fall! 
My eyes grow dim with loving 

thee the while; 
Thinking I see thee, thinking I 

see thee smile! 
And sometimes in my loneliness I 

start. 
As thy soul and mine whisper 

heart to heart! 
And from my lips 1 send to thee 

the call, 
I love thee, "little one," the most 

of all! 

Sometimes I wander by the deep 

blue sea. 
And just above the billows you 

beckon mei 
Sometimes I catch thee on the 

mountain height, 
Thou guided there by some star 

of night. 
Oft in dreams you whisper: 

"Love, I love thee!" 
It matters not, so far, or near I 

see. 
And meet my VISION in broad 

daylight — 
Then you kiss me saying: "Love, 

stay in sight!" 

Thy fond spirit and mine as one 

shall be! 
Sojpray God, He, dearest, set me 

free! 
That we embrace each other in 

Heaven tight! 
That I see again thy loving eyes 

bright! 



I now^ depressed! Life bears 

heavily. 
With thee vanished from Love's 

delight! 
Yet to meet I must DIE! THEN 

we UNITE! 
Know^ing at last, God's plans to 

be right! 

LIFE'S TIDES. 

Human life runs low at last! 
It is ebb tide then with thee; 
Thy spirit held in God's hand. 
Left there by a changing sea — 
Our ocean of destiny! 

Thy life has gone out, we say! 

Thy mortal spirit fled away 

To God's World! The Brighter 

Day! 
Beyond earth's last gateway! 
Above its storms, its mists and 

spray! 

How strange the tides and their 

flow^; 
Some are high and some are low; 
Bringing to us- — joy or woe! 
Yet along with them we go. 
Afloat, or in undertow! 

Fatal tides will waft thy life, 
O'er the sea with Christ to be; 
Ended here all earthly strife, 
Thy soul at last from sin, free — 
At home in Eternity! 

Daily tides of thine all gone! 
One that bore thee here to earth. 
One that took thee (oft astray) 
Into port! Across the bay! 
Where beacon lights guide the 
way. 



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RABBI RUBENSTEIN. 

Rabbi Rubenstein venerable, old ! 

High priest of a people, 

A race once forced to bondage — 
some sold! 

The laws of Moses held yet sacred, 

While ancient Hebrews, prophe- 
sies told ! 

To the Ten Commandments ye 
steadfast HOLD, 

A commercial race, with hearts 
not cold! 

Rabbi Rubenstein, virtuous soul! 
High priest of a people, 
Paradise yet thy soul's highest 

goal; 
Still waiting for a great, rich 

Messiah ; 
To crown Him w^ith precious gems 

and gold! 
Tithes ye do collect of those in 

the fold, 
One-tenth of all, for God's part 

enrolled ! 

Rabbi Rubenstein, cast in God's 

mold, 
High priest of a people. 
Kings, shepherds, sheiks and 

desert tribes bold ! 
Abraham (and sons) Joseph, 

David, 
Elijah, Solomon, Daniel, wise 

grew^! 
Knew^ the Tables of Stone! Holy 

Writ TRUE! 
The Jew^ of today still steadfast 

to YOU! 

Rabbi Rubenstein, thy trumpets 

roll 
High priest of a people. 



All the ends of the earth do know 



you 



Loyal here to the Red, White and 
Blue. 

Patriots always, th' World's War 
went through. 

An ancient virile race still today 
strew 

Wisdom afar! Which you centu- 
ries knew! 

BACK TO THE COUNTRY. 

How dear to my heart 
Was that home in the wildwood. 
Where woodpeckers tapped 
On school house and tree. 
Where my teacher taught me 

gladly in childhood. 
And laid it on hard, when I'd a 

dunce be. 

There 1 delved in the strange art. 
Of memorizing my A, B, C, 
And ate from a bucket that held 

plenty for me. 
And though today afar in a great 

city, 
I wish I was back to country ways 

w^itty, 
Where all keep busy, but people 

are free! 

There's good in the world; yes, 
in every part. 

But now^ in the city one lives a la 
carte; 

But for a big dinner to the coun- 
try I'd start. 

With fat stock and fine gardens 
and the warmth of its heart. 

Where girls are good looking and 
mostly real smart. 

And if you can win one, don't let 
her depart! 



44 



MUSIC AND SONGS. 

How soulful! The beautiful songs 

of the day, 
Causing sweet chords in the heart 

to sway; 
How sad! When church bells toll 

and say 
Another friend gone away 
Beyond life's hills — to stay! 

How touching! are the endearing 

songs of old! 
More precious than jewels or gold. 
Sacred, hymns we ev'r hold; 
Grandest themes through monks 

told. 
Those now long dead and cold! 

Inspiring! Anthems sung to Heav- 
en's vast FOLD! 
Artists there of angelic mold; 
Mozart, Beethoven, Listz enrolled. 
We their works in reverence hold ; 
Masterpieces! Daily sold. 

How thrilling! When sad notes 

and singer's art 
Causes our pent up tears to start 
Songs warm the cokles of man's 

heart! 
Are sought for in ev'ry mart: 
Of heaven, finest part. 

How forceful! Sounds of the 
bugle, fife and drum; 

Military bands, that marching 
come; 

Violins, pianos, organ's hum; 

With harps, mandolins and guit 
ars to thumb, 

'Till deft fingers grow^ numb! 

Harmony! In solos, duets, quar- 
tets, choirs! 



Beautiful chime bells in church 

spires ; 
The chants of cowld monks and 

grey friars. 
Who kept burning music's fires, 
While all, their voice culture 



inspires 



THE SCHOOL TEACHER. 

Who is dearer to all. 

Than that well posted, high rnind- 

ed creature! 
Gifted and trained by each state, 

a good feature! 
Known to everyone, as the Public 

School teacher! 

Friend to large and small! 
Beloved this schoolroom treasure! 
Practical, sensible, their faces 

beaming pleasure; 
The scholars' architect, in a great 

measure! 

Ringing the school bell's call! 
Studying the best ways to do. 
Following education's plans tried 

and true. 
Setting forth daily routines to 



pursue 



Their past attentions on us fall. 

As benedictions full grown, 

We long since from the teacher's 

side flow^n. 
Once beside thee, breathing pure 

mental ozone. 

We recall teachers great! 
Now^ serving in halls of state; 
(Or the staid walls of learning 

oft permeate) 
Ex-Presidents holding contracts, 

their just fate. 



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POSSUM AN' SWEET TATERS. 

You may think of yer shock'd 

fodder, 
An' yaller pumpkins on th' vine; 
But I'm going to put you next 
To good eatin' in its line; 
To a hungry cuss, superfine ! 

You know when the air is frosty! 
Skies are blue and th' sun DO 

shine; 
Which makes yer so hank'ring 

hungry 
And yer fret till dinner time — 
Mighty glad when its time to dine! 

And yer blood keeps on a racin'. 
Through yer system pure like 

mine; 
Just waitin' that call to dinner. 
To eat POSSUM fixt sublime! 
A royal feast in any old clime! 

Here we are in old Missouri, 
With gardens and melons fine; 
Milk, eggs, butter, fruit, pie, 

gravy. 
Which 'round possum doin's 

shine; 
Fat "good eats," rich, juicy and 

prime! 

Pardon us if we do act muley! 
Kickin' up! Yet kinder pine, 
Till ther horn toots — "Dinner's 

ready!" 
Smelling good as new grape 

wine — 
With old Missouri dry on time! 

Come set down! Hike to the 
table! 

To a feast, man! Th* gods de- 
signed. 



There one can eat long and steady 
Possum fixings choice to grind. 
Brown, but tender with good 
crisp rind. 

Day by day nature is growing 
Food to eat, so shut up! Don't 

whine! 
Pumpkins, corn, hogs, wheat, 

cattle. 
Poultry good as poets' rhyme? 
Bird songs or steeples' chime. 

But nothing yet holds a candle 
To possum feasts hard t' describe. 
(Missouri nature grown food) 
Which sticks to yer w^hole inside, 
Cuddlin' close as a buxom bride! 

A DANDY, DAINTY GIRL. 

I love the BEST, the rarest gem! 

My girl now eighteen! 

To me she is the only thing; 

My darling and my queen! 
My heart awhirl. 
Sweet shining pearl; 
Thou dandy, dainty girl! 

I cannot rest, fond little one! 

My love I can't wean. 

To me you are the whole earth — 

The nicest sight I've seen! 
My heart awhirl. 
Sweet shining pearl; 
Thou lovely, winsome girl! 

Let's build a nest, pure, happy 
bird; 

I'll not use you mean! 

But give you all I'm worth. 

And keep FULL Love's canteen I 
My heart awhirl. 
Sweet shining pearl; 
Dear, charming, perfect girl! 



46 



TWO GREAT STATES AND 
GOVERNORS. 



Two great states lying just 

abreast! 
One on the east, the other on 

west, 
With wise governor's, the Union's ^^^ ,^^jj^^^ ^j^^^ j ^^^^^ ^^ ^^^ 

What is said of one man of the 



Showing grit and a clear brain of 

might! 
A hundred per cent loyal in the 

War fight. 
Studying all its moves day and 

night. 



best! 
Who bore burdens and met the 
test. 

Doing bright things like knights 

of old! 
Conserving resources and gold; 
Crushing all schemers, base and 

cold. 
Who'd outwit laws with schemes 

so bold ! 

Missouri on rivers, vales, hills, 
Kansas next west, whose winds 

oft thrills. 
Where plains expand to her far 

sills, 
God with these states He's freed 

from ills. 

Their officials toiled and took no 

rest. 
Keeping untarnished each state's 

crest; 
Always busy, but profoundly 

blest! 
And gladly fought the Hun — we 

detest! 

Governor Capper was wise and 

bright! 
His face uplifted to meet the light! 
He with the gift of inner sight. 
Kept men straight and marching 

right. 

Governor Gardner held reins 
tight, 



other is true! 
They love their Flag of Red, 

White and Blue! 
These two born wise, sound acts 

to do! 

ABIDE WITH ME. 

O, fondest one, abide w^ith me! 
Be thou mine now, eternally! 
From others please cast thyself 

free, 
Come be my bride, I'll live for 

thee! 
Abide with me! Abide with me! 

O, darling one, abide with me! 
Rest thy slight form upon my 

knee; 
Give me thy love, let it be 
Just mine alone! and constantly! 
Abide with me! Abide with me! 

O, sweetest one, abide with me! 
My star of hope! Shine thou 

brightly! 
Nestle in my strong arms tightly. 
And listen to love's noble plea — 
Abide with me! Abide with me! 

O, precious one, abide with me! 
Sail Love's ships o'er my heart's 

deep sea, 
1 love thee desperately! 
Passionately! Devotedly! 
Abide with me! Abide with me! 



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BESIDE LIFE'S WAY. 

A haggard man. 

Beside life's way; 
Too weak to stand, 

And face its fray, 

Its swing and sway! 

A fallen man, 
Far gone astray; 

All dark to him. 

Though bright the day, 
'Neath the sun's ray. 

A sinful man! 

For him do pray. 
Let's lift him up. 

Help while we may. 

Forgive, don't flay! 

A stranded man! 

Wealth made him gay; 

It past and gone; 
He lost at play. 
Now broke doth lay! 

Unworthy man! 

His friends forlorn. 

Slew RIGHT with WRONG! 

To prison gone — 

His goods in pawn! 

Convicted man, 

'Tis sad to state! 
Isn't virtue strong? * 

Why goodness hate? 

Why such a fate? 

A dying man! 

God don't forget!! 

Please take his soul. 
Renew it yet — 
He Christ once met! 

A silent man, 

In Death's array! 



Passed from our ken, 
Last debts to pay; 
AMEN! We say. 

MANHOOD. 

What is manhood? 

Thy all to bestow! 

To ward off the despot's blow, 

That the world may better grow! 

To work the road for high and 
low. 

Ready to speed or go slow; 

Guarding friends from sin's over- 
flow. 

Giving all a fair show, 

A first aid! The life line throw! 

And save those down in the 
undertow! 

What is manhood? 

It is taking heed. 

To meet thy life squarely! 

Doing right; to promptly speed. 

To w^here the wounded lie and 

bleed; 
Willing to follow, or lead! 
Aiding thy neighbor, weak, poor. 
Thy country's daily NEED! 
On foot, or mounted on a steed, 
An uplift! Champion! But no 

bent reed! 

What is manhood? 

It's to fully know^, 

When to reap and when sow^. 

On duty's long, hard march to go. 

Alleviating the saddest w^oe, 

Each day's lesson to meet and 

know^! 
A sailor on God's vast, deep sea, 
With its tides and waves of snow; 
To all sinking a life boat row; 
And win each battle from ev'ry 

foe! 



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A MISSOURI GIRL. 

\ Missouri girl, let me lie, 
Near thy heart or I will die! 
Let me love thee, sweetheart shy, 
And on thy brow kisses ply — 
Wonderful maid of Missouri! 

Fondest one! This my glad cry. 
If a bird, to thee I'd fly! 
Circling round thee close by. 
Thy bosom a soft nest nigh — 
The finest home in Missouri! 

Darling maiden! Love moves 

fleet. 
It hath fine charms, never beat; 
When complete, man's choicest 

treat! 
Glowing bright through life's cold 

or heat. 
With all climates in Missouri! 

Missouri beauty! Let us meet. 
Let me kneel low at thy feet! 
Let's give and take kisses sweet, 
Please do this! I pray! Entreat — 
You the sw^eetest thing in Mis- 
souri! 

Come and be my loyal guest. 
Live and die upon my breast; 
Trust me! Love me! Make the 

test! 
My name, thine, on our banner's 

crest — 
Our fortunes made in Missouri! 

I need you at times of rest. 
Through the day to plan what's 

best; 
Stay with me, 'till 1 face west! 
And I'm numbered with the 

blest — 
So be my wife in Missouri! 



ARISTOCRACY. 

What is Aristocracy? 

It is the acquisition of the years! 

Following lines through brilliant 

peers. 
Such leaders of men! Their 

trophies won cheers, 
Stories of them in history appears. 

What is Aristocracy? 
Blue blood, ancient, genuine, true; 
Hereditary, transmitted to you, 
From brave knights whose deeds 

olden times knew; 
They dignified and brave through 

and through! 

What is Aristocracy? 
Heirlooms of sacred wars — 

Chivalry! 
Helmets and banners left to thee. 
Statesmen, savants honoring their 

nationality. 
Giving them license before 

thrones to make plea! 

What is Aristocracy? 

Flower of knighthood, where e're 

it be! 
Souvenirs, medals, armour of 

loyalty. 
Worn by thy ancestors of high 

degree! 
Scorned by some not born so 

nobly. 

Perfect Aristocracy! 

Courtly is! Its boon on life's way. 

Is right living! Practiced each 

day! 
Longing to lift its inner self and 

pray. 
That all stand four square on 

God's highway. 



49 



HILLS of the shepherds. Sin and corruption beat and 

downed, 



White River Land has folks near 
nature yet, 



The eye sees far, the heart grows 
sound. 



Living peaceful and happy — who -n . i i . 

, , f , Ihe mmd gets rested, as views 

don t rret! 



Kind hearted, casting line and net, 
Livihg on loaves and fishes they 

get 
Daily, before the bright sun has 

det. 

The Hunters posted on all game 

wild. 
Tramp on sun kist mountains, 

vales mild. 
Drinking from springs, by God's 

hills tiled; 
Viewing scenes that the ages 

there piled, 
While hill to hill hath ever smiled! 

Oft sportsmen gay, with their 

pack of hounds, 
Start the chase with loud deer 

horn sounds, 
Knowing all trails, where it 

abounds. 
Wolf, coon, bear, mink, lynx, fox 

dens, mounds; 
Chasms and caves (earthquake 

wounds). 

Free range for stock here fat 

sheep and goats dwell, 
Fruit, berries and grapes business 

swell. 
In the hills of the shepherds, I tell. 
Neat cabins and homes on thee 

look w^ell. 
While joy is thy soothing mystic 

spell! 

Glorious land, by the Good God 
crowned! 



abound. 
In these old hills by sunsets 
gowned ! 

See! See! A fat rabbit it twists 

around, 
Then rises a turkey from off the 

ground. 
Coming a tourist, healthy, 

browned. 
His vision absorbing new scenes 

found. 
Where th* river twined and deftly 

wound. 

Neat public schools on steep path 
or moor. 

Winding to church, farm or cot- 
tage door. 

Where there's lots to eat, and 
more in the store, 

(Inland) or by Tanecomo's 
shore. 

The lake that knows motor and 
oar. 

Steamers and odd craft on this 

lake ply. 
House boats, floaters on its waters 

lie. 
Horsemen, barges, autos, tourists 

vie, 
Reaching Marvel cave or rough 

peaks high. 
Ever attractive, grand and close 

by. 

And once dwelt here Harold Bell 
Wright, 



50 



Who knew oW times and kept 
them in sight, 

And wrote books of this wonder- 
land bright, 

Right here came his dreams under 
God's light. 

And he made friends who for him 
now fight. 



Fraternity born LIBERALITY! 
Boon companionship thy deepest 

plea. 
Societies born in antiquity, 
(King Solomon Temple history) 
With younger orders of quality, 
Serving now good men united 

through thee I 



THE PRISONER. 



Here his wise thoughts went well- 
ing away. 

Studying this land by night and Fallen brother! Man reaps, 

day, What IS due him and sin $weeps. 

He up at dawn, in mists dim and High and low by bounds and 
gray, leaps. 

To write fine stories he has made We virtuous before crimp creeps, 

pay. Into our souls and corruption 

As his books sell, big publishers keeps, 

say! Surging on to hidden deeps. 



FRATERNITY. 

Fraternity full of nobility, 
Glorious force w^herever thou be! 
Copying from the laws of Di- 
vinity, 
Promoter of broad humanity, 
With humane acts 'neath The 

Deity, 
You create true philanthropy! 

Godly, of deepest generosity! 
A brotherhood graciously. 
Doing great good with ability, 
This an uplift to Christianity! 
Using thy hand of morality. 
Moved by good will and sweet 
charity! 

United and strong is Fraternity! 
Good Samaritan, most all agree, 
Meeting obligations consistently, 
With brotherly love — affinity! 
Loyalty! Liberty! Equity! 
Pledging members full equality! 



Wise men for outcasts weep. 
But shun base depths and steeps; 
Knowing VIRTUE uplifts, heaps, 
Joys and right living. Stops bad 

leaks! 
Corrupt acts, cankering streaks. 
Like God's spirit, never sleeps! 

Prisoner sent to jail, 
Thou incarcerated, a sad tale! 
May Christ on thy soul prevail, 
He make thy life of some avail! 
When once outside, you hit the 

trail, 
A better man and not so frail! 

Jail bird, I this detail. 
Life flies by like train on rail. 
But be brave, though lots quail! 
Some bright suns, others rain, 

frosts, hail; 
(All on life's ocean born to sail), 
But God save you from ev'ry 

gale! 



51 



WILLIAM JOEL STONE. 

Let us pause as time floats by, 
Thinking of this man, 
Who always stood high! 
Plain spoken — deep — wise, 
Bright as the blue skies! 
So let's recall him, 
For his vigor and vim! 

This man so stately and pure, 
This Missourian great! 
Had foes to endure. 
Both early and late; 
In his state and senate. 
But we all looked to Stone, 
The people loved to own. 

Wise William Joel Stone, 
The man of affairs knew him1 
Statesman old — ^yet no drone. 
To Washington sent. 
By a state that's spent 
Millions to crush out war — 
Backing Wilson and LAW. 

Senator Stone, keen and true! 

Congressman, governor, too — 

Like F. D. Gardner, got through! 

Living to elate, 

The Nation and his state! 

Like Champ Clark a record made, 

Democratic, firm and staid. 

Brave William Joel Stone, 
Politician of fame! 
Once stood 'neath God's Throne; 
That noblest theme his aini — 
Peace for the whole earth! 
We all wished th' same. 
Safe, square dealing 'round its 
girth. 

Stone's broad life has gone by! 
Each decade our pride. 



Till his call came to die; 
Gone now, that eagle eye — 
Master of foes nigh! 
He a star in heaven's zone — 
Immortal William J. Stone! 

PROPHESY. 

New^ laws will by God be drawn! 
Signs, nature ALL chang'd, fresh 

born; 
Days and nights of sorrow shorn. 
Beasts then talk at break of dawn. 
The blind, sick, lame healed — 

gone! 
When Christ comes on earth to 

scorn — 
And end wars and sins forlorn! 

Ah! Quite soon. He will be here! 
Then we'll kneel — 'till gone all 

fear, 
Jesus smiling. Holy Seer! 
Praising God! So full of cheer! 
Man's spirit through God's Grace 

(peer 
Of saints) with them then appear, 
The Lamb of God ever near! 

All doubts to be cast away! 
We'll seek truly how to pray, 
Knowing fully what to say; 
What is due God — how to pay! 
Some doomed! (They in Hell's 

array) 
Debarred from Eternal Day, 
But many on harps will play! 

The Redeemed! Glorified! Wise! 
Up to Jesus to arise, 
Brothers with Him in the skies; 
There reality — not surmise! 
There the Book of God open lies! 
All KNOWLEDGE, for angel 

eyes ! 
Around God's Throne ever flies! 



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ONE OF THE SIX HUNDRED. 

O, yes; I knew him, truly, 
That keen Scotchman and his 

pride; 
Of being one of six hundred, 
Who made that famous ride, 
Plunging swiftly through death's 

tide. 
Hell's gate open wide! 

And the old man, this told he, 

As I sat upon his knee; 

How their drunken commander. 

Rushed on the enemy, 

On into Eternity! 

Through that bloody sea! 

And he said he well remembered. 
As they rode away forthwith; 
That the bravest amongst them, 
Bowed their heads and held their 

breath, 
Chilled to the very pith ! 
History sayeth! 

But you know a kilted Scotchman, 
When he does fight, fights 

bravely ! 
Gives rein to horse and manhood. 
And shouts loud and long and 

free! 
Yes, shouts on eternally! 
And infernally! 

And the veteran continued, 
"At Balaklava with the rest. 
That he obeyed his commander. 
Who put them to the test." 
Kilted soldiers, the world's best, 
They fighting with zest! 

A great poet wrote their story, 
Of that dash! It's rush! It's roar! 
Of that horrid valley. 



Which scorched them to the core! 
The brigade known ever more! 
Some left, medals wore! 

But I'm proud to pen this item. 
Of that Scot I knew, when gray; 
One of the famed six hundred. 
In the Light Brigade, that day! 
So many shot in that fray. 
But he rode away! 

PLAY THE GAME. 

Learn to be what some are never, 
A forceful man, always clever! 
Pressing life's button, pushing th* 

lever. 
Crossing bridges high waters 

might sever. 
Forever through floods, forever! 

Stand up for what is right — play 



th 



e game 



At base schemers take deadly 

aim; 
Over stiles help poor dogs gone 

lame. 
The evil in all things tame; 
Forever cow^ed, forever! 

Allies in the World's War won 

fame, 
Huns in that war fully to blame! 
Nursing its hot, inhuman flame. 
Hell hounds, knowing no real 

shame, 
Ever, forever, NO! Never!! 

Experience is the great game 

school. 
It aids the wise — but not the fool. 
Who of dirty schemes is oft a tool! 
While big fish swim in some vast 

pool, 
Ever the rule, forever! 



53 



A VIKING. 



LOVE'S IMPULSES. 



I am not a Jew, just gentile. 
From ancient kinsmen oft wroth; 
A descendant of Vikings, 
Normans, English, races north. 

My forebears were bold sea 

rovers. 
Yes, barons of the North Sea, 
They led crude Nomadic lives. 
In the dawn of history! 

They ever sought wild adventure. 

Fierce game, stock and loot, you 
see! 

While fighting, loved, slept, mar- 
ried. 

Rough born lads, you must agree. 

Warriors before the Christ child. 
While Saint Nicholas we claim he 
Was first patron of wee ones, 
With his reindeers swift and free! 

The New World was discovered. 
By Erickson, long ages gone, 
With him sailed those Norsemen, 
Whose race I am descended from. 

And my ancestors when dying, 
Got in boats and sped away. 
Set their sails to keep flying, 
Till they found Eternal Day. 

And the winds and waves kept 

sighing. 
To these corpses of the sea! 
All the elements then crying. 
Till their spirits arose FREE! 

In church yard I'll soon be lying! 
No watery grave for me! 
But my heart to theirs I'm tieing — 
To meet them in Eternity! 



O, doesn't it fill you with sorrow? 
O, doesn't it fill you with woe? 
When you learn you never can 

tell her. 
Of love at her feet you'd throw. 

O, isn't it painful to cherish, 
Passions you never can show! 
Though deep as depths of oceans. 
And rich as the sunset's glow! 

Dear God! The horror of it! 
To live, yet pine and die. 
Knowing she can't ever kiss you, 
Nor next to your bosom lie! 

How strange life is, our heart's 

flow. 
It often fierce as high winds that 

blow; 
We love some, and some never! 
But deep is the love w^e bestow! 

Now the right time for wooing. 
Yesterday gone! Its thrill! 
Its dreams past! Storms brew- 
ing! 
For love for her (to her) is nill! 

"Thy love I'll scorn it ever!" 
Such words with torture kill; 
"No, I'll love you NEVER!" 
Was my deathblow^ cold and 
chill! 



Yet roses bloom every summer! 
In w^inter soft falls the snow. 
Friends and foes lying together. 
Out yonder, their monuments 
show^! 



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SHE WANTED A DOLLY. 

I met a child a crying, 

As she went down the street, 
And so I asked the Uttle one 

What caused her heart to beat. 

She said, I want a dolly! 

A little one to keep; 
To care for, love and cherish, 

And sing it fast asleep. 

I want to kiss and fondle it. 
And own it for my own; 

So when it's grown bigger 
I also will be grown. 

And so, I want a dolly! 

A pretty one to keep; 
To care for, sing to, cherish. 

Then rock it fast asleep. 

And so she holds a dolly. 

The one 1 did buy; 
For I, too, craved a dolly. 

One to love, she ev'r nigh. 

To her doll just now singing, 

A sweet lullaby; 
They both out yonder swinging — 

The doll and its mother shy. 

SAINT HELENA FOR THE 
KAISER. 

And 1 saw Saint Helena, 
Island gem of the sea. 
That imposing rock of nature. 
Prison once of majesty. 

Napoleon's last abode. 
From it he never free! 
Saint Helena wills the Kaiser, 
From there face Eternity! 

Prepare chains for this fiend! 
The Beast of Berlin was he — 



He should be drawn, quartered. 
And sunk fathoms deep off thee. 

Saint Helena's skies are blue! 
With a safe harbour, too; 
Please do land there this Prussian, 
On his way to hell — past due! 

Far off island (dungeon true) ! 
Ideal spot to make brutes stew. 
William thou once there. 
Can never alive leave you. 

Thou created! Vampires grew! 

Hurricanes blew through war's 
vast flue; 

Cruel gas, and guns men did 
strew^. 

In death! Who will you inter- 
view! 

It took demons you to brew! 
Perfect! Complete all through. 
And mold you as they did do! 
Thy sun, gone now, w^on't rise 
anew! 

A DREAM. 

1 dreamt we'd marry! 

Enjoy deep delight — 

Together to tarry, 

Like rare flowers bright! 

Each hour to carry. 

Fond hearts pure and light! 

You my sweet fairy. 

With loving eyes bright! 

Kist by wind's airy. 
Thou lily so white; 
And just for THEE care I, 
Thou beautiful sprite! 
We can be happy. 
Love ever in sight! 
Thou tender and shy. 
In my arms held tight. 



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TO AN ARCHBISHOP. 

Archbishop in thy church home, 
God's ambassador so bright, 
Fighting sin and earthly dross. 
Hail Mary! Christ! Pope of Light! 
Pray thou deep prayers for those. 
Whose baseness and passions do 

blight — 
Fallen sinners! Gone inner sight! 



Bowing then with sacred fear! 
Jesus smiling and drawing near. 
Hosts of the Ages, with God's 

PEER- 
HE Saint Peter's FRIEND most 

dear! 
(Both in sorrow shed sad tear) 
Uplift the fallen year by year; 
Their souls arising from the bier! 



Who like Esau would sell. 

And trade even their birthright; 

Scorning priest, candle. Book, 

bell. 
Sodden and vile, facing hell! 
Aping demons of midnight. 
Save them, good father, from 

their plight! 
Show them the Narrow Way's 

DELIGHT! 

Teach mankind Christ's love and 

might! 
That God's Lamb, HIS SON, felt 

woe! 
On the Cross fought Death, man's 

foe! 
HE CHAMPION, freed from 

Death's throne — 
Tasting th' Holy Water's flow! 
Easter, above them did show. 
In garments whiter than pure 

snow! 

Christ come again! To bestow 
Grace on all, all need it! (So 
Souls to God at once can go) ! 
And save those lost, from below, 
Bestowing pennance that love 

may grow^! 
People shouting, throngs moving 

slow. 
Kissing King Emanuel's toe! 



LOVE OF MY HEART. 

Love of my heart! 

Her pure heart enter, 

Made by sacred art, 

All wise — divine! 

Made from Time's very start. 

Our love to entwine. 

Our lives to combine! 

Love in my heart! 
Existing for thee. 
Like cupid's swift dart. 
Flying on free; 
Conceived for us twain — 
This love destined to be. 
Ours Eternally! 

Love from my heart. 

Seek her's fond and gay! 

THERE is thy true mart. 

Now and for aye! 

Bind us together. 

To God for blessings pray, 

And joys to us stray! 

Depths of my heart! 
Please move her pure soul, 
Ecstacy taking part! 
Touch thou thy goal. 
So her love may start; 
Born to take and give toll. 
When great love waves roll ! 



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THE OZARKS. 

Ozark hills, formed to be 
In ancient eons of mystery; 
The first strata combined, 
Prime altars of earth's his' try! 

Chasms and mountains (I vow, 
Wonderful and enchanting now) ! 
Rippling streams, to bathe thy 

brow, 
Rocks and rills, to thee I bow! 

Ozark regions grand to view, 

Ever old, yet to us new I 

O'er thy crests, high winds oft 

blew, 
Circling, cavorting, 'round you. 

In summer deckt with green. 
Crowned with garlands like a 

queen. 
Happiest land I've ever seen. 
Always perfect, like some dream! 

Ah, thou art a magic land! 
Wild yet tame! Please under- 
stand ! 
Cities great, small towns at hand. 
Bind thee firmly like a band. 

Farms are seen along the way. 
Vast railroads traffic every day. 
Billions invested, here to stay. 
In our Ozarks where they pay! 

Land of the wild and the tame. 
Land of stock, neat homes and 

game. 
Land where you get health and 

gain. 
Come and grasp her wealth and 

fame. 

Finest climate ever known! 
Where extremes are rarely shown. 



Come and tramp about her 

throne. 
Make the Ozarks your very own! 

JUST EIGHTEEN. 

Her hair is perfect, glossy, massy; 

Her eyes the brightest, dear lassie! 

Full of delight, this maiden shy, 

With her none in charms com- 
pete! 

Tasty, lovely, pure and sweet! 

And this jewel with dazzling 
glow. 

Began life, a bud, like roses of 
June; 

An angel ev'r, morning, night 
and noon! 

A constant joy, refined, gay. 
Delightful to meet and win some 

day! 
And for this wise men will try, 
She's so jolly, ladylike, elite! 
Stylish, winsome, witty, neat! 
And this marvel began you know, 
A tiny, wee babe, her dear par- 
ents' boon. 
Her voice to them sweeter than 
song birds tune. 

And this day she's just eighteen! 
This royal girl! This lovely 

queen! 
At the portals stands, mature 

joys here, nigh. 
Elegant! Wonderful! Richest 

cream! 
She's a warm sunbeam on life's 

stream. 
This rare one, created to grow^. 
One more flower, a fond darling 

to croon; 
Brilliant beneath sun, stars and 

moon! 



57 



BOBBIE WASHBURN. 

Bobbie Washburn of Inverness — 
As I saw him in Highland dress; 
Feathered bonnet with its crest, 
Warm vestie, a kiltie his best. 
And plaid shawl for snow's cold 
test. 

With tiny phillebegs warm though, 
For I'm telling of short pants, O! 
Stockings, looking up — yet low, 
And his sporrou to stow^. 
Pipe, tobacco, and silver dough. 

While his stout knees were bare, 

dear me! 
And good leather booties you'd 

see. 
But this Scot looked fine! And he 
Was brave and learned as could 

be! 
This Highlander from Scotland 

free! 

And while he ever was a w^onder. 
He sure faced death — a blunder! 
For the Light Brigade charged 

under. 
The fierce fire, and roar, and 

thunder. 
Of cannon, blowing men asunder. 

JUST A PAT. 

I'm just a pat of butter. 

And I'm not so awful young; 

And the last who came to taste 
me 
Sang a song that my ears stung! 

But when churned I was sweet yet, 
I was rich, and fresh and new; 

And those who gazed upon me. 
Said I certainly would do! 

Today I'm old and wonder, 
Why I smell so strong clear 
through ; 



All telling me to "go to thunder!" 
Turn their heads and sniff and 
phew! 

So I think, often ponder. 
As the buyer skips on by, 

If it's well I do grow stronger — 
As I dread a bath in lye! 

But good soap grease now comes 
high!! 
And when into soap, I'll try. 
To touch cute maidens, sweet 
and shy. 
Who would blush, if men were 
nigh. 

ASKING DADDY BEAR. 

My hopes 1*11 bear to thee gladly, 
So, daddy bear, please bear with 

me; 
Your forebears I trust can fully 

see. 
More baby bears there ought to 

be. 
To save the race and for com- 
pany. 

So meet me, Sir bear, cheerfully, 
I want thy sweet cub if she's free! 
Let me this miss bruin love rightly 
And with her (shy bear) climb 

up some tree. 
Feasting on nuts continually. 

Hibernating in coats furry. 
With us two in bearlock one! 
She soon bearing us a bear son. 
And if a bear, he'll be no Hun, 
Just a fluffy imp full of jolly fun. 
And now^ this bearology is told 

and spun. 
Please consent! let me to her run! 
(If this bears fruit) she'll forbear, 

shun 
Other cubs, as missie I have won! 
In fact her w^edding furs are done. 



58 



IRELAND MUST BE SATIS- 
FIED. 

Dear old Ireland must be satis- 
fied! 

Her griefs and sorrows cast away, 

Her enemies beneath earth's clods 
of clay! 

Her martyrs blest — because they 
died, 

Loving the "Auld Sod," on her 
relied ! 

Worshipping Saint Patrick, Dei- 
fied, 

And Jesus of Nazareth — He 
CRUCIFIED! 

Today Ireland must be satisfied! 
Her fond hopes no longer astray, 
Seeking self-government for now 

and aye. 
And her pure longings gratified! 
Her efforts right, she full of just 

pride. 
Ready to float at the incoming 

tide- 
Noble Fatherland she fully quali- 
fied! 

Right now Ireland should be sat- 
isfied ! 

Her wise friends for this daily 
pray 

That to her the best laws to gov- 
ern stray; 

Happiness hers, she recognized ! 

While God's truth is shining and 
doth glide. 

From her shamrock hills to blue 
seas wide, 

She loving her friends w^ho cling 
to her side. 



YOU CAN DO WITHOUT. 

You can do without. 
Passions that breed strife; 
Be a sage at home. 
Lead a sincere life! 
You can court the best, 
Goodness make your wife. 
Carnal hopes destroy. 
Wounding like a knife, 
Fest'ring deep and rife. 

You can do without. 
Little things each day; 
You can look about. 
Give up — throw away 
Plans you do not need. 
Motives that mislead! 
Acts of wrong and greed. 
Words that often speed. 
Causing hearts to bleed. 

You can do without! 
Saving, if you will; 
Cancel, check the deed 
That causes lots of ill. 
You can stay thy hand. 
Anger raised to kill! 
You can start the smile. 
Making warmth, to fill 
Sad souls — cold and chill! 

You can do without, 
Great fame and power! 
You may laugh and grow. 
In sun and shower, 
Sweet as any flower! 
Seeking Jesus Christ, 
In Heaven's bower, 
Praying for lost souls. 
His cross man's dower! 



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SPRINGFIELD, MISSOURI. 



Springfield, Ozark Queen City 

today. 
Expanding, growing, wealthy, 

gay! 
Her parks and paved roads 

stretching away. 



Great cemeteries, modern homes; 

all 
Business buildings full; some very 

tall. 
Banks, hospitals, 'phones, short 

and long call, 



Prized above millions — built to Hotels, lodges, car shops. City 



stay. 

Springfield, proud peer of all, to 

all true; 
Loyal to God and the Red, White 

and Blue; 



Hall. 

Good doctors and specialists of 

the city; 
Charities and Red Cross to pity. 



Able and ready all great things Theaters, shows, shrewd lawyers, 

witty, 
W. C. T. U. and maidens pretty! 

The Y. M. B. C. busy and bright. 

The Y. M. and Y. W. C. A. right; 

Books, societies, firm friends to 
clasp tight. 

Keeping all glad out in the sun- 
light. 

It has taken Springfield years to 

grow. 
Reaching now a profound, brisk 

glow; 
With smart Business Colleges, 

w^hich show 



to do. 
All knowing thy w^ays, deeply 
love you. 

The Springfield spirit is one of 

worth. 
Appeals to all, 'till death from 

birth ; 
A combined plan of the best aims 

on earth, 
Wear thy bright diadem and 

golden girth! 

Thy spirit so grand, ever wins me. 
It's found first hand, on land, air, 

sea; 
Salutes our brave flag, flying so 

free; 



Cheers Springfield ever — fine city Modern methods to those who 
— she. join and go. 

Has bright schools, Drury College, 

news, art, A convention Hall, other facts I 
Normal, churches, fact'ries, know^, 

Doling Park; Cosmopolitan to high and low! 

Street cars, trains, trucks, teams; A white city, trained to live and 

autos to start bestow 

Running (when called) to any Wealth and Labor — both hoeing 

part. their row^! 



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CATASTROPHIES. 



HOME SOME SWEET DAY. 



I cite to you this catastrophe, 
The cat herself shot for safety! 
The dog chased and barked, 

sprightly; 
Kitty climbed a tree lightly. 

The dog hung around and fell 

asleep. 
Pussy from above, oft did peep; 
Then came down the trunk — so 

steep ; 
And for that dog she made a leap. 

Premeditated trouble again! 
And these thoughts: It shouldn't 

have been! 
But dog and cat fought there and 

then! 
Till a human separated them. 

This fight was called off by — a 

man, 
Who to stop the catastrophe, ran! 
Yet why? for what? the tiff began 
Is part of nature's secret plan. 

To escape argument, this do: 
Don't talk on, stop! If up to you 
And catastrophies never brew! 
Heedless folks are dangerous, too. 

SAFETY FlI^T! Is warning 

wise and stout! 
Climb trees, if danger lurks w^ith- 

out; 
Be sure w^hen traveling about. 
To take th' FRISCO, or some 

good route. 

There's one exception to this rule. 
If it's a bear, to climb, you're a 

fool! 
Fall dead asleep, like a dead mule 
(Forest lore) taught out of a 

school. 



You know her spirit now and e'er 

Dwells close about God's wonder- 
ful throne. 

While Anthems she's singing for- 
ever 

With Jesus Christ — so she's never 
alone! 

Daily you'll draw to death's river. 
Hearing calmly its voice and its 

moan; 
As other beings float to the Giver, 
O'er this mortal earth, no longer 

to roam. 

She only soothed all thy sorrow; 
She alone loved and fully knew 

thee; 
So you will long for that Glad 

Tomorrow 
When your earthly tasks do end 

— and you're free! 

Time draws your souls closer to- 
gether; 

Face to face you'll hear her voice 
— and its tone 

Will thrill you from surface to 
centre; 

You two re-mated in Heaven — 
both Home! 

FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH, 

February so fleet you! 
We salute, we greet you! 
We so glad to treat you: 
Oft all snow and sleet — you. 

Two, fourteenth we meet you; 
While Cupid's heart beats, too, 
With passion (Love's heat true) 
And gifts complete, for you! 



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FATE. 

We stand before our Fate! 
Knowing not what state 
Tomorrow, God shall creAte 
For us living or inanimate! 
Our spirits incarnate, 
Once free, Heaven permeate! 

RAIN NEEt)ED. 

When will the clobds come, 

Nellie? 
When will we thunder hear? 
The Heavens must, must fall, 

Nellie! 
My God! Why don't storms 

appear? 

Watch if it tkins here, Nellie! 
Wake up if raining, dear! 
When will this drought be gone, 

NelHe? 
When endfed crop loss all fear? 

I've knoWn many years, Nellie! 
This the Worst, the most drear! 
When w^ill the downpour come, 

Nellie? 
Ending this condition queer! 



THE BABY'S SMILE. 

He smiles, thro your heart creeps 

a gladness, 

creeps a gladness. 
He smiles and drives away the 

sadness. 



THEODORE ROOSEVELT. 

The pen can not dower. 

It dare not now write. 
Of a man of such power. 

Standing out in the light! 

The brave man who each hour. 
Stood up — wrongs to fight! 

Who fac'd storms and shower, 
With his broad smile so bright! 

Profound statesman who'd talk. 

Grand president, too! 
The New Yorker of New York, 

Who shot things swiftly through. 

The whole world lov'd Teddy! 

So loyal and true. 
He sturdy and ready — 

Knowing just what to do! 



While I am no seer, Nellie! 
Yet fafet falls the hot tear. 
This Ibnd our precious home, 

Nfellie, 
With soil that hath no peer! 

This is no time to jeer, Nellie! 
Our farms fit for grain and steer. 
But I whisper in your ear, Nellie! 
God knows rain's NEEDED here. 



Following th' Red, White and Blue 
Not one could match him! 

He really knew^, what he knew; 
Here's my salute to you! 

Roosevelt — invincible ! 

Sportsman, author, MAN! 
To the depths all principle. 

Seeking the broadest plan. 



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COLONEL JAY L. TORREY. 



A statesman! A statesman! 

Ripe to interview. 

A wise man w^ho swings power, 

One w^ho gallant deeds did do; 

Our Colonel Jay L. Torrey — 

Right glad and not sorry, 

He lives in the Ozarks like you. 

He's knowing! He's knowing! 
This man of broad view; 
Way up in life's tow^er. 
Like knight in his bow^er. 
Great things has alw^ays put 

through ! 
Our Colonel Jay L. Torrey — 
We glad and not sorry. 
An Ozark George Washington 

grew! 



He's jolly! He's jolly! 
Bright, sparkling as dew; 
Mankind's choicest flower. 
Grown in sun and show^er. 
Dad of the Rough Riders, too! 
Our Colonel Jay L. Torrey, 
Real glad— —free from worry! 
His deeds for the Nation not new. 



He's brilliant! He's brilliant! 
This message, please strew^; 
Great tax plans his dow^er. 
No foes on him Ipuer — 
Lover of our Red, White and 

Blue! 
Big ranchman. Jay L. Torrey, 
Happy — never sorry; 
Wisdom's lawyer and patriot true! 



Colonel Torrey on two different occasions, influenced public thought and action of the 
entire country. Author of the original baiikruptcy law he improved the financial and 
economic conditions of the country. 

"As the originator of the Rough Riders in the Spanish War he brought the graduates 
of the Eastern colleges and the Western cow camps into a military organization eJ^pressiv•e 
of the unity and force of the American people that has been so splendidly demonstrated pn 
the battlefields of France." — West Plains, (Mo.) Journal. 



63 



The Author's Invitation as a League of Nations (Governor's) Delegate. 

St. Louis Chamber of Conunerce 

MEMBERS' CONFERENCE LUNCHEON 

WEDNESDAY. FEB. 26. 1919. HOTEL STATLER. 12:15 P. M. 

Hotel Statler, 12:15 p. m. 
For Mr. Frank Weston. 

P. V. BUNN. 
Seat Reserved at Chairman Yost's Table. 



SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI. 

The Mound City — dear to all thou be! 
With thy homes of wealth and humanity. 
Lovely parks prove wise philanthropy; 
Vast churches are thy sign of Christianity; 
Thy pure heart beating loyally and free; 
Races here like ONE nationality. 

Saint Louis! A wise King's name hold ye! 
Yet thou long years a Democracy; 
Who motherlike, watches constantly. 
Praying for success and prosperity; 
Guarding all her children who love thee; 
As a hen hovers her brood contentedly! 

Happiness thine, where all people smile! 
Bound in wedlock the broad Mississippi; 
And the larger Missouri, for many a mile; 
Passing thy portal UNITED to the sea — '- 
Proud rivers of vast UTILITY! 
Arteries oi r ''/^id of immensity. 

1 82 1 Missouri statehood. 

Gave a star to the Union of REAL good; 

(Thou once French) and Lafayette's deeds should 

Move all France loving hearts — this understood! 

Our men gladly showing gratitude. 

Fighting for world wide felicitude. 

Thy quaint history we oft implore, 
De Soto knew thee in thy primeval bloom; 
Indians put wigwams by thy shore; 
Then Royalty thee in their hearts wore; 
Ours at last! With bounties we adore; 
Thou modern now — but full of folklore. 



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CONTENTS 



Title Page 

The Portals of Eternity.. 2 

Who Art Thou? 2 

The Christ 3 

Have Come Home 4 

That Is the Way 4 

For My Valentine 4 

Mail Carriers 5 

Vacant Chairs in Ever- 

ton 5 

Those Red Apples 6 

Those Green Apples 6 

The Sea and Winds 7 

The Face a Mask 7 

God's Holy City 8 

War Bread for All 8 

Depart in Peace 9 

Eugenically 9 

The Kaiser and The 

Devil 9 

Who Will Love Them?.. 9 

Always With Thee 10 

The Eiberta Peach 10 

Henry Noodle's Hound.. 1 
North, Northeast by 

North II 

Spring Chicks II 

I Love You, Love 12 

Take Flov/ers I 2 

He Won Respect 13 

Brother 13 

Lunch Counter Soup 14 

Her Gloves I 4 

The Lion of His Town 14 

Verona, Missouri 15 

The Way of Life 15 

Yankee Doodle's Rabbit.. I 5 

An Actor's Reverie 16 

Themes of Today 16 

Youth V/ili Come Back.. I 7 

The Holv Rood 17 

Older Than Creed 17 

The Leopard 18 

An Ozark Hill 18 

Your Ship Is Coming In.. I 9 

War and Peace 19 

Be Mine, Love 19 

Maud, The Mule 20 

The Mad Man 20 

Perfection in Him 21 

Mother's Thimble 22 



Title Page 

The Devil Leaves Hell 23 

Fight 23 

The Years 24 

Father! Dear Father!. ...24 

God Knows 24 

Stars of Gold 25 

Our President, Woodrow 

Wilson 25 

Democracy 26 

Italy 27 

Bells of Heaven Ring 28 

Jesus Is Caring 28 

The Nation's Emblem... .29 

The Dying Poet 29 

God's Lo\'e and Might....30 

The World Dry 30 

Her Old White Beau 3 I 

I Do, Don't You? 31 

A Wishing Ring 31 

A Description of Jesus.. 3 2 

Mysteries 32 

My Saviour Is Here 33 

Limburgher Jones 33 

Back to Jesus 33 

General Pershing and 

His Regiments 34 

Love and Hate 34 

The Red Cross 35 

Win Here — In the Skies 35 

Hope, Faith, Love 36 

immortality 36 

After Chaos Adam Grew 36 

A Contrite Mourner 37 

Science or Belief? 37 

The Printer's Prayer 37 

Knowing the Best 38 

The Perfect Day 38 

I Shall Be Satisfied 39 

We Learn What Is Sor- 
row 39 

Sammy Lane Still On 

White River 40 

Words and Deeds 40 

Heaven Seek and Find. .4 I 

Fairies We Know 4 I 

1 Love You 41 

On Jesus Prevail 42 

The Ozarks 42 

My Vision 43 

Life's Tides 43 



Title Page 

Rabbi Rubenstein 44 

Back to the Country 44 

Music and Songs 45 

The School Teacher 45 

Possum an' Sweet Ta- 

ters 46 

A Dandy, Dainty Girl.. ..46 
Two Great States and 

Governors 47 

Abide With Me 47 

Beside Life's Way 48 

Manhood 48 

A Missouri Girl 49 

Aristocracy 49 

Hills of the Shepherds... .50 

Fraternity 5 I 

The Prisoner 5 I 

William Joel Stone 52 

Prophesy 52 

One of the Six Hundred.. 5 3 

Play the Game ...53l 

A Viking 54 

Love's Impulses 54 

She Wanted a Dolly 55 

Saint Helena for the 

Kaiser 55 

A Dream 55 

To An Archbishop 56 

Love of My Heart 56 

The Ozarks 57 

Just Eighteen 5 7 

Bobbie Washburn 58 

Just a Pat 58 

Asking Daddy Bear 58 

Ireland Must Be Satis- 
fied 59 

You Can Do Without.... 5 9 

Springfield, Missouri 60 

Catastrophies 61 

Home Some Sweet Day. .6 I 

February Fourteenth 61 

Fate 62 

Rain Needed 62 

The Baby's Smile 62 

Theodore Roosevelt 62 

Colonel Jay L. Torrey 63 

Author's Invitation 64 

Saint Louis, Missouri 64 

Our Ladies and the Flag 
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OUR LADIES AND THE FLAG. 

Meet us bright as sunshine, 

darlings I 
Love us, dears — as we love you! 
This you can depend on, lassies, 
To our land — our lads are true. 
God bless you, sweethearts^— 
You and the Red, White and 

Blue! 
It LIBERTY'S grandest em- 
blem — 
We adore IT— and YOU! 

Patriotic, our fine women! 
Your souls pure through and 

through ; 
Your eyes bright as stars, ladies — 
Americans fit to woo! 

God bless such angels! 

You and loyal countries, too; 

All our Allies brave nations. 

And we love them and you. 

Salute our Starry Flag, belov'd! 
All enemies she doth pursue; 
While guarding you and all her 

friends. 
Old Glory great deeds CAN do. 
God guide our HEROES! 
They and the Red, White and 

Blue— 
FREEDOM'S bright beautiful 

COLORS- 
CONQUEROR ever flew. 



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